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.

I love my work but do not know how I write it.

Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.

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

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.

Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into the desert