Today I Began The Novel That I

Fishing Is A Condition Of Mind Wherein You Cannot Possibly Have A Bad Time.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

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

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

Far Away Tongariro! Green - White Thundering Athabasca River Of New Zealand! I Vowed I Would Come Again Down Across The Pacific To Fish In The Swift Cold Waters Of This Most Beautiful And Famous Of Trout Streams. It Is Something To Have Striven. It Is Much To Have Kept Your Word.