Louis L'Amour
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
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.
Have faith in God but keep your powder dry.
Knowledge is like money: to be of value it must circulate, and in circulating it can increase in quantity and, hopefully, in value.
To disbelieve is easy; to scoff is simple; to have faith is harder.
All loose things seem to drift down to the sea, and so did I.
Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.
To make democracy work, we must be a notion of participants, not simply observers. One who does not vote has no right to complain.
What people speak of as adventure is something nobody in his right mind would seek out, and it becomes romantic only when one is safely at home.
But even the law cannot be in your bedroom at night.
The more one learns, the more he understands his ignorance.
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.
Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him.
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