Winesburg, Ohio (1919) 
- In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.
- "The Book of the Grotesque"
- On the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected. They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy's hands. One nibbles at them and they are delicious. Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all of its sweetness. One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them. Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
- "Paper Pills"
- Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.
- "The Philosopher"
- "You will have to know life," she declared, and her voice trembled with earnestness. She took hold of George Willard’s shoulders and turned him about so that she could look into his eyes. A passer-by might have thought them about to embrace. "If you are to become a writer you’ll have to stop fooling with words," she explained. "It would be better to give up the notion of writing until you are better prepared. Now it’s time to be living. I don’t want to frighten you, but I would like to make you understand the import of what you think of attempting. You must not become a mere peddler of words. The thing to learn is to know what people are thinking about, not what they say."
- "The Teacher"
- "Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night," he had said. "You must not try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses."
- The young man's mind was carried away by his growing passion for dreams. One looking at him would not have thought him particularly sharp. With the recollection of little things occupying his mind he closed his eyes and leaned back in the car seat. He stayed that way for a long time and when he aroused himself and again looked out of the car window the town of Winesburg had disappeared and his life there had become but a background on which to paint the dreams of his manhood.
The Triumph of the Egg and Other Stories (1921) 
- We got up at four in the morning, that first day in the east. On the evening before we had climbed off a freight train at the edge of town, and with the true instinct of Kentucky boys had found our way across town and to the race track and the stables at once. Then we knew we were all right.
- "I Want to Know Why"
Memoirs (1942) 
"Sometimes I think we Americans are the loneliest people in the world. To be sure, we hunger for the power of affection, the self-acceptance that gives life. It is the oldest and strongest hunger in the world. But hungering is not enough." (p. 6)
- Realism in so far as it means reality to life is always bad art.
- My freedom sleeps in a mulberry bush. My country is in the shivering legs of a little lost dog.
- Works by Sherwood Anderson at Project Gutenberg
- Works by Sherwood Anderson at Project Gutenberg Australia
- Sherwood Anderson Biography
- Sherwood Anderson Biography 2
- Sherwood Anderson in the Dial
- Anderson and The Dial environment 1922
- Sherwood Anderson Links
- Winesburg, Ohio hypertext from American Studies at the University of Virginia.
- The Triumph of the Egg hypertext from American Studies at the University of Virginia.
- Winesburg, Ohio at American Literature
- Sherwood Anderson Short Stories
- Oral History Interview with Eleanor Copenhaver Anderson from Oral Histories of the American South