Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat

Recipe For Greatness - To Bear Up Under Loss; To Fight The Bitterness Of Defeat And The Weakness Of Grief; To Be Victor Over Anger; To Smile When Tears Are Close; To Resist Disease And Evil Men And Base Instincts; To Hate Hate And To Love Love; To Go On When It Would Seen Good To Die; To Look Up With Unquenchable Faith In Something Ever More About To Be. That Is What Any Man Can Do, And Be Great.

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

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?

Where I Was Raised A Woman's Word Was Law. I Ain't Quite Outgrowed That Yet.

Never Insult Seven Men When All Your Packing Is A Six-shooter.