I grew up when people seemed actually to be hurting themselves for their art. Of course, some of it was phony.
“When I am writing a story it feels as real as the life I am experiencing off the page. It's an emotional illusion, I guess.”
“Left the ranch in 1883, went to California, going through the States and territories, reached Ogden the latter part of 1883, and San Francisco in 1884.”