Zane Grey

I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.

This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

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.

If my house was on fire, I can't compromise about which part of the house I'm going to save. You save the whole house or it will all burn down. We either save this country or we do not.

When we blaze trails, which is what Hulu is about, it takes time. That is not for the faint of heart, and we understand that.

If I make a move, like raise my eyebrows, some critic says I'm doing Nicholson. What am I supposed to do, cut off my eyebrows?