I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My

Every Once In A While I Feel The Tremendous Force Of The Novel. But It Does Not Stay With Me.

I Can Write Best In The Silence And Solitude Of The Night, When Everyone Has Retired.

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 Confess That Reading Proofs Is A Pleasure. It Stimulates And Inspires Me.

Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.