Life Is But A Web Spun Of

Every Twinge Of Sensation, Even Of Agony, Was A Negation Of Death.

I Had Neither Expert Aid Nor Advice. I Studied No Courses In Writing; Until A Year Or So Ago, I Never Read A Book By Anybody Advising Writers How To Write.

Some Mechanism In My Sub-consciousness Took The Dominant Characteristics Of Various Prize-fighters, Gunmen, Bootleggers, Oil Field Bullies, Gamblers, And Honest Workmen I Had Come In Contact With, And Combining Them All, Produced The Amalgamation I Call Conan The Cimmerian.

It Is Better To Go In The Dark When The Road Must Pass A Lion And There Is No Other Road.

I See In The Papers Where Roy Guthrie Committed Suicide. Why, I Wonder?