The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.
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
These critics who crucify me do not guess the littlest part of my sincerity. They must be burned in a blaze. I cannot learn from them.
Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.
I need this wild life, this freedom.
Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me.