Love of man for woman – love of woman for man. That’s the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself. – 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
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
No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything. – Zane Grey
Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me. – Zane Grey
There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children. – Zane Grey
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. – 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 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 must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture. – Zane Grey