Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My

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

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

If I Fished Only To Capture Fish, My Fishing Trips Would Have Ended Long Ago.

Fishermen, No Matter What Supreme Good Fortune Befalls Them, Cannot Ever Be Absolutely Satisfied. It Is A Fundamental Weakness Of Intellect.

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.