Writing Was Like Digging Coal. I Sweat

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.

A Good Rule Of Angling Philosophy Is Not To Interfere With Any Fishermans Ways Of Being Happy, Unless You Want To Be Hated.

I Love My Work But Do Not Know How I Write It.

There Are Always Greater Fish Than You Have Caught, Always The Lure Of Greater Task And Achievement, Always The Inspiration To Seek, To Endure, To Find.

What Is Writing But An Expression Of My Own Life?