Louis L'Amour
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Louis L'Amour
Louis Dearborn L'Amourwas an American novelist and short story writer. His books consisted primarily of Western novels; however, he also wrote historical fiction, science fiction, non-fiction, as well as poetry and short-story collections. Many of his stories were made into film. L'Amour's books remain popular and most have gone through multiple printings. At the time of his death almost all of his 105 existing workswere still in print, and he was considered "one of the world's most popular writers"...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth22 March 1908
CityJamestown, ND
At the earliest drawings of the fractal curve, few clues to the underlying mathematical structure will be seen.
Enemies can be an incentive to survive and become someone in spite of them. Enemies can keep you alert and aware.
Today you can buy the Dialogues of Plato for less than you would spend on a fifth of whiskey, or Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire for the price of a cheap shirt. You can buy a fair beginning of an education in any bookstore with a good stock of paperback books for less than you would spend on a week's supply of gasoline.
When feeding time comes around, there is nothing a hawk likes better than a nice, fat, peaceful dove.
What is today accepted as truth will tomorrow prove to be only amusing.
One learns to adapt to the land in which one lives.
A journey is time suspended.
For one who reads, there is no limit to the number of lives that may be lived.
I have told many, yet when I go down that last trail, I know there will be a thousand stories hammering at my skull, demanding to be told.
The only thing that never changes is that everything changes.
When at the typewriter I am no longer where I site but am away across the mountains, in ancient cities or on the Great Plains among the buffalo. Often I think of what pitiful fools are those who use mind-altering drugs to seek feelings they do not have, each drug taking a little more from what they have of mind, leaving them a little less. Give the brain encouragement from study, from thinking, from visualizing, and no drugs are needed.
Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.
Strange how it was always the spoiled who weakened and cried first, and it was the injured, the maimed, the blind, and the poor who fought on alone.
What is second sight? A gift? A training? Or is it simply that suddenly within the brain a thousand impressions, ideas, sights, sounds, and smells coincide to provide an impression of what is to be? The mind gathers its grain in all fields, storing i