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

Far away Tongariro! Green - white thundering Athabasca river of New Zealand! I vowed I would come again down across the Pacific to fish in the swift cold waters of this most beautiful and famous of trout streams. It is something to have striven. It is much to have kept your word.

Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet.

I will see this game of life out to its bitter end

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

Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me.

If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.