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

Never insult seven men when all your packing is a six-shooter.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

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

I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.

There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.

I need this wild life, this freedom.