# Zane Grey

Pearl Zane Grey (31 January 1872 – 23 October 1939), usually known as Zane Grey, was an American author most famous for his popular adventure novels and stories that were a basis for the Western genre in literature and the arts which idealized the American frontier.

## Quotes

* We'll use a signal I have tried and found far-reaching and easy to yell. Waa-hoo!
** The Last of the Plainsmen (1908).
* It was the elision of the weaker element — the survival of the fittest; and some, indeed very many, mothers must lose their sons that way.
** The Desert of Wheat (1919).
* he was a stranger in a strange land
** The Desert of Wheat (1919).
* "If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago."
** Tales of Southern Rivers (1924).
* To bear up under loss — to fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief — to be victor over anger — to smile when tears are close — to resist evil men and base instincts — to hate hate and to love love — to go on when it would seem good to die — to seek ever after the glory and the dream — to look up with unquenchable faith in something evermore about to be — that is what any man can do, and so be great.
** As quoted in The North American Almanac (1931), p. 54, this sometimes published with a prefix "Recipe for greatness —" but this does not appear in the earliest versions of it yet located.

### Riders of the Purple Sage (1912)

    Numerous editions. Chapter numbers here are from the public domain text of the book at Project Gutenberg
* Lassiter, the men of my creed are unnaturally cruel. To my everlasting sorrow I confess it. They have been driven, hated, scourged till their hearts have hardened. But we women hope and pray for the time when our men will soften.” “Beggin’ your pardon, ma’am—that time will never come.” “Oh, it will!... Lassiter, do you think Mormon women wicked? Has your hand been against them, too?” “No. I believe Mormon women are the best and noblest, the most long-sufferin’, and the blindest, unhappiest women on earth.”
** Chapter 2
* I know Mormons. I’ve seen their women’s strange love en’ patience en’ sacrifice an’ silence en’ whet I call madness for their idea of God. An’ over against that I’ve seen the tricks of men. They work hand in hand, all together, an’ in the dark. No man can hold out against them, unless he takes to packin’ guns. For Mormons are slow to kill. That’s the only good I ever seen in their religion. Venters, take this from me, these Mormons ain’t just right in their minds. Else could a Mormon marry one woman when he already has a wife, an’ call it duty?
** Chapter 3
* You know, in every Mormon village there are women who seem mysterious to us, but about Milly there was more than the ordinary mystery. When she came to Cottonwoods she had a beautiful little girl whom she loved passionately. Milly was not known openly in Cottonwoods as a Mormon wife. That she really was a Mormon wife I have no doubt. Perhaps the Mormon’s other wife or wives would not acknowledge Milly. Such things happen in these villages. Mormon wives wear yokes, but they get jealous. Well, whatever had brought Milly to this country—love or madness of religion—she repented of it. She gave up teaching the village school. She quit the church. And she began to fight Mormon upbringing for her baby girl. Then the Mormons put on the screws—slowly, as is their way. At last the child disappeared. ‘Lost’ was the report. The child was stolen, I know that. So do you.
** Chapter 3
* Remembering Jane’s accusation of bitterness, he tried hard to put aside his rancor in judging Tull. But it was bitter knowledge that made him see the truth. He had felt the shadow of an unseen hand; he had watched till he saw its dim outline, and then he had traced it to a man’s hate, to the rivalry of a Mormon Elder, to the power of a Bishop, to the long, far-reaching arm of a terrible creed.
** Chapter 4
* For hand in glove with that power was an insatiate greed; they were one and the same.
** Chapter 4
* He called Tull a binder of women, a callous beast who hid behind a mock mantle of righteousness—an’ the last an’ lowest coward on the face of the earth. To prey on weak women through their religion—that was the last unspeakable crime!
** Chapter 15
* Don't look back!
** Chapter 20
* I’ll say that mercy an’ goodness, such as is in you, though they’re the grand things in human nature, can’t be lived up to on this Utah border. Life’s hell out here. You think—or you used to think—that your religion made this life heaven. Mebbe them scales on your eyes has dropped now. Jane, I wouldn’t have you no different, an’ that’s why I’m going to try to hide you somewhere in this Pass. I’d like to hide many more women, for I’ve come to see there are more like you among your people. An’ I’d like you to see jest how hard an’ cruel this border life is. It’s bloody. You’d think churches an’ churchmen would make it better. They make it worse. You give names to things—bishops, elders, ministers, Mormonism, duty, faith, glory. You dream—or you’re driven mad. I’m a man, an’ I know. I name fanatics, followers, blind women, oppressors, thieves, ranchers, rustlers, riders. An’ we have—what you’ve lived through these last months. It can’t be helped. But it can’t last always.
** Chapter 23

## External links

* Works by Zane Grey at Project Gutenberg
* Works by Zane Grey at Internet Archive
* Works by Zane Grey at Freeread
* Zane Grey Incorporated
* Zane Grey's West Society
* A Comprehensive list of Zane Grey's works
* Zane Grey Cabin Foundation
* Zane Grey Museum in Lackawaxen, PA
* National Road/Zane Grey Museum, Norwich, OH
* King of the Royal Mounted BLBs and Comics
* The Shortstop by Zane Grey Free eBook
* Zane Grey biography at Ohio History Central
* Guide to Zane Grey's papers at the University of Oregon
* Zane Grey on IMDb
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