I love my work but do not know how I write it.
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.
This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.
Fishing is a condition of mind wherein you cannot possibly have a bad time.
Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.
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