I Need This Wild Life, This Freedom.

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.

I Am Tired. My Arm Aches. My Head Boils. My Feet Are Cold. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Weakness.

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

This Motion-picture Muddle Had Distracted Me From My Writing.

I Will See This Game Of Life Out To Its Bitter End