Jim Tully
Long patience and application saturated with your heart's blood-you will either write or you will not-and the only way to find out whether you will or not is to try.Collection: Writing
The winter passes and the warm winds of May made me long to wander again. The whistling of a locomotive on a still night had a lure, unexplainable, yet strong, like the light which leads a moth to destruction.Collection: Strong
The imaginative young vagabond quickly loses the social instincts that help to make life bearable for other men. Always he hears voices calling in the night from far-away places where blue waters lap strange shores. He hears birds singing and crickets chirping a luring roundelay. He sees the moon, yellow ghost of a dead planet, haunting the earth.Collection: Moon
Our world was brutal, immoral, smug and conventional. We had unbounded contempt for all those who did not sin as we sinned.Collection: Our World