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

I hate birthdays.
Zane Grey

I need this wild life, this freedom.
Zane Grey

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

Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.
Zane Grey

What is writing but an expression of my own life?
Zane Grey

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