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Rose Wilder Lane

Rose Wilder Lane (December 5, 1886 – October 30, 1968) was an American journalist, travel writer, novelist, and political theorist. She is noted (with Ayn Rand and Isabel Paterson) as one of the founders of the American libertarian movement.

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Rose Wilder Lane - In The Media
... Lane was portrayed in the television adaptations of Little House on the Prairie by Twins Jennifer and Michele Steffin Terra Allen (part 1) and Skye McCole ... are eight novels written by Roger Lea MacBride, telling of Lane's childhood and early youth ... events may be accurately represented, as MacBride was a close friend of Lane's ...
Laura Ingalls Wilder - Works
... Home (1962, published posthumously) – a diary of the Wilders' move from De Smet, South Dakota to Mansfield, Missouri, edited and added to by Rose ... posthumously) West from Home (1974, published posthumously) – Wilder's letters to Almanzo while visiting Lane in San Francisco The Road Back (Part of A Little House Traveler Writings ...

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    Life is a thin narrowness of taken-for-granted, a plank over a canyon in a fog. There is something under our feet, the taken-for-granted. A table is a table, food is food, we are we—because we don’t question these things. And science is the enemy because it is the questioner. Faith saves our souls alive by giving us a universe of the taken-for-granted.
    Rose Wilder Lane (1886–1968)

    We joined long wagon trains moving south; we met hundreds of wagons going north; the roads east and west were crawling lines of families traveling under canvas, looking for work, for another foothold somewhere on the land.... The country was ruined, the whole world was ruined; nothing like this had ever happened before. There was no hope, but everyone felt the courage of despair.
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    Writing fiction is ... an endless and always defeated effort to capture some quality of life without killing it.
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    —But he, grim grinning King,
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