I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My

The Indian Story Has Never Been Written. Maybe I Am The Man To Do It.

I Love My Work But Do Not Know How I Write It.

Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word Was Law. I Ain't Quite Outgrowed That Yet.

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.

Never Insult Seven Men When All Your Packing Is A Six-shooter.