I confess that reading proofs is a pleasure. It stimulates and inspires me.

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

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

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

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

I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.