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

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.

The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I need this wild life, this freedom.

Zane Grey