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What is writing but an expression of my own life?
Zane Grey -
This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.
Zane Grey
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I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.
Zane Grey -
Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.
Zane Grey -
I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.
Zane Grey -
'If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.'
Zane Grey -
Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.
Zane Grey -
It was the elision of the weaker element - the survival of the fittest; and some, indeed very many, mothers must lose their sons that way.
Zane Grey
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We'll use a signal I have tried and found far-reaching and easy to yell. Waa-hoo!
Zane Grey -
There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.
Zane Grey -
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
Zane Grey -
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.
Zane Grey -
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.
Zane Grey -
Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element.
Zane Grey