Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me. Zane Grey bloodcoaldig Change image and share on social
I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record. Zane Grey badrecordspell Change image and share on social
I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly. Zane Grey depresseffecthurt Change image and share on social
No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything. Zane Grey appreciationconnectintimately Change image and share on social
I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness. Zane Grey acharmaware Change image and share on social
The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it. Zane Grey indianmanstory Change image and share on social
I wrote for nearly six hours. When I stopped, the dark mood, as if by magic, had folded its cloak and gone away. Zane Grey cloakdarkfold Change image and share on social
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply. Zane Grey fullgrowlove Change image and share on social
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. Zane Grey blazeburncritic Change image and share on social