Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat

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.

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

It Was A Decent New Year's, But It Took A Million Officers To Make It So.

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

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