"Zane Grey"の名言

If you want fame or wealth or wolves, go out and hunt for them.

He came at length to realize that the desert was a teacher. He did not realize all that he had learned, but he was a different man. And when he decided upon that, he was not thinking of the slow, sure call to the primal instincts of man; he was thinking that the desert, as much as he had experienced and no more, would absolutely overturn the whole scale of a man’s values, break old habits, form new ones, remake him. More of desert experience, Gale believed, would be too much for intellect. The desert did not breed civilized man, and that made Gale ponder over a strange thought: after all, was the civilized man inferior to the savage?

I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

I hate birthdays.

I will see this game of life out to its bitter end.

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.

I wrote for nearly six hours. When I stopped, the dark mood, as if by magic, had folded its cloak and gone away.

I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.

This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.

What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.

Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.

The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.

No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.

I confess that reading proofs is a pleasure. It stimulates and inspires me.

I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.

I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.