Quotes from Zane Grey

Ages of rain had run down the slope, circling, eddying in depressions, wearing deep round holes. There had been dry seasons, accumulations of dust, wind-blown seeds, and cedars rose wonderfully out of solid rock. But these were not beautiful cedars. They were gnarled, twisted, into weird contortions, as if growth were torture, dead at the tops, shrunken, gray, and old. Theirs had been a bitter fight.

The weird cedars, like great demons and witches chained to the rock and writhing in silent anguish, loomed up with wide and twisting naked arms.

he set out for Berkeley County, Virginia, to tell his people of the magnificent country he had discovered.

Once he had said to her that a man should never be judged by the result of his labors, but by the nature of his effort.

Oh, Glenn!--forgive--me! she faltered. I was only--talking. What do I know? Oh, I am blind--blind and little!

joy that was half a sob she fell upon her knees and clasped the little burro's neck. Noddle wearily flapped his long brown ears, wearily nodded his white nose; then evidently considering the incident closed, he went lazily to sleep.

the trail, and returned home as he had left, stealthily, like an Indian.

only back of the bar. A white-clad figure rushed

The spell of the desert comes back to me, as it always will come. I see the veils, like purple smoke, in the cañons, and I feel the silence. And it seems that again I must try to pierce both and to get at the strange wild life of the last American wilderness-- wild still, almost, as it ever was.

What an awful trail! Did you carry me up here? I did, surely, replied he.

The coach put his hand on Ken's knee.

the foot of his chair.

But he clung to hope, to faith in life, to the victory of the virtuous, to the defeat of evil.

Panhandle Smith was the red-faced cook, merry

I've seen runnin' molasses that was quicker 'n him.

But that never was true. Glenn was as sane as I am, and, my dear, that's pretty sane, I'll have you remember. But he must have suffered some terrible blight to his spirit--some blunting of his soul.

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.

Men rise on steppin'-stones of their dead selves to higher things!...

Hard work makes for what I reckon you like in a man, but don't understand. As I look back over my life--an' let me say, young fellar, it's been a tough one--what I remember most an' feel best over are the hardest jobs I ever did, an' those that cost the most sweat an' blood. As

The elder wife said that the stranger was welcome to the children, but she insisted that they hear nothing of the outside world, and that they be kept to the teachings of the Mormon geography—which made all the world outside Utah an untrodden wilderness. August Naab did not hold to the letter of the Mormon law; he argued that if the children could not be raised as Mormons with a full knowledge of the world, they would only be lost in the end to the Church.

Aunt Mary, you hurt my feelings.  Well, child, I'm glad to learn your feelings are hurt, returned the aunt. I'm sure, Carley, that underneath all this--this blase ultra something you've acquired, there's a real heart. Only you must hurry and listen to it--or--

Unless you begin to control your temper, to forget yourself, to kill your wild impulses, to be kind, to learn what love is--you'll never last!...

when he returned he told

I want to know who I can trust. Las Vegas says we're shore in for it now. Roy, what do you think?