I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

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

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

I need this wild life, this freedom.

I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.

Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.

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