Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is. — Zane Grey

I need this wild life, this freedom. — Zane Grey

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

I knew you’d never be American enough to help me reconstruct my life. — 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

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

I did not have one bad spell during writing–an unprecedented record. — Zane Grey

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

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me. — Zane Grey

This motion–picture muddle had distracted me from my writing. — Zane Grey

If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago. — Zane Grey

Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element. — Zane Grey

There are always greater fish than you have caught, always the lure of greater task and achievement, always the inspiration to seek, to endure, to find. — Zane Grey

There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him. — Zane Grey

False education, false standards, false environment had developed her into a woman who imagined she must feed her body on the milk and honey of indulgence. — Zane Grey

I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me. — Zane Grey

And the reason that she did not falter and fail in this terrible situation was because her despair, great as it was, did not equal her love. — Zane Grey

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

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply. — Zane Grey

Only back of the bar. A white–clad figure rushed — Zane Grey

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

It was a decent New Year’s, but it took a million officers to make it so. — Zane Grey

Yet she did not miss the poisoned honey of some tongues or the expressive glances of many eyes. Ina was quick to grasp that — Zane Grey

Jealousy is an unjust and stifling thing. — Zane Grey

Love of man for woman–love of woman for man. That’s the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself. — Zane Grey