A good rule of angling philosophy is not to interfere with any fishermans ways of being happy, unless you want to be hated.

Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.

Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element.

I hope I have found myself, my work, my happiness - under the light of the western skies.

No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.

This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.