Zane Grey Quotes

I need this wild life, this freedom... view

By: Zane Grey

What is writing but an expression of my own life?.. view

By: Zane Grey

I love my work but do not know how I write it... view

By: Zane Grey

Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me... view

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

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... view

By: Zane Grey

Today I began the novel that I determined to be great... view

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

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... view

By: Zane Grey

There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children... view

By: Zane Grey

The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it... view

By: Zane Grey

The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start... view

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things... view

By: Zane Grey

Love of man for woman - love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself... view

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

Work is my salvation. It changes my moods... view

By: Zane Grey

I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired... view

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

I hate birthdays... view

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

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

By: Zane Grey

It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so... view

By: Zane Grey

I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion... view

By: Zane Grey