Zane Grey
Zane Grey
Pearl Zane Greywas an American dentist and author best known for his popular adventure novels and stories associated with the Western genre in literature and the arts; he idealized the American frontier. Riders of the Purple Sagewas his best-selling book. In addition to the commercial success of his printed works, they had second lives and continuing influence when adapted as films and television productions. His novels and short stories have been adapted into 112 films, two television episodes, and a...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth31 January 1872
CityZanesville, OH
CountryUnited States of America
I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.
Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.
Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into the desert
Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet.
I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.
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.
This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.
At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
Jealousy is an unjust and stifling thing.
I love my work but do not know how I write it.
I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.
I wrote for nearly six hours. When I stopped, the dark mood, as if by magic, had folded its cloak and gone away.