The 86+ Robert E. Howard Quotes

I Have Put Off The Past Like A Worn-out Cloak.

Don't You Think That As A People, Americans Have Less Poetry, Real Poetry, In Their Souls Than Any Other Nations?

I Became A Writer In Spite Of My Environments.

The Poem You Sent Me Was As Fiery And Virile As Anything You've Ever Written - Or Anybody Else, For That Matter. Especially The Second Part Went To My Brain Like The Flaming Liquor Of Insanity. No One Else Besides Jack London Has The Power To Move Me Just That Way.

In The Hill Country, Civilization Steals In Last, And The People Retain Much Of The Crude But Vigorous Mode Of Expression Of The Colonial Days And Earlier.

Wits And Swords Are As Straws Against The Wisdom Of The Darkness.

All Fled—all Done, So Lift Me On The Pyre— The Feast Is Over, And The Lamps Expire.

What Always Was Must Always Be.

A Woman In Such An Emotional Tempest Is As Perilous As A Blind Cobra To Any About Her.

The People Among Which I Lived - And Yet Live, Mainly - Made Their Living From Cotton, Wheat, Cattle, Oil, With The Usual Percentage Of Business Men And Professional Men.

It Seems To Me That Many Writers, By Virtue Of Environments Of Culture, Art And Education, Slip Into Writing Because Of Their Environments.

I See In The Papers Where Roy Guthrie Committed Suicide. Why, I Wonder?