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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hate birthdays.
Zane Grey

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

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

I need this wild life, this freedom.
Zane Grey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.
Zane Grey