I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My

I Am Full Of Fire And Passion. I Am Not Ready Yet For Great Concentration And Passion.

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.

Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat Blood. The Spell Is On Me.

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

If I Fished Only To Capture Fish, My Fishing Trips Would Have Ended Long Ago.