But the idea of a man making his living by writing seemed, in that hardy environment, so fantastic that even today I am sometimes myself assailed by ….

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 ea….

For man's only weapon is courage that flinches not from the gates of Hell itself, and against such not even the legions of Hell can stand..

I never saw a man fight as Conan fought. He put his back to the courtyard wall, and before they overpowered him the dead men were strewn in heaps thi….

Break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed..

I had neither expert aid nor advice. I studied no courses in writing; until a year or so ago, I never read a book by anybody advising writers how to ….

I'll say one thing about an oil boom; it will teach a kid that Life's a pretty rotten thing as quick as anything I can think of..

Money and muscle, that's what I want; to be able to do any damned thing I want and get away with it. Money won't do that altogether, because if a man….

I reckon if I ever marry, she will have to be a strong woman in a circus or something..

What always was must always be..

Man is still an ape in that he forgets what is not ever before his eyes..

But whatever my failure, I have this thing to remember - that I was a pioneer in my profession, just as my grandfathers were in theirs, in that I was….

My characters are more like men than these real men are, see. They're rough and rude, they got hands and they got bellies. They hate and they lust; b….

I have not been a success, and probably never will be..

All fled—all done, so lift me on the pyre— The Feast is over, and the lamps expire..

Civilization is a natural and inevitable consequence - whether good or evil I am not prepared to state..

It is an ill thing to meet a man you thought dead in the woodland at dusk..

One man's bane is another's bliss..

My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul..

It was no ape, neither was it a man. It was some shambling horror spawned in the mysterious, nameless jungles of the south, where strange life teemed….

Aye, you white dog, you are like all your race; but to a black man gold can never pay for blood..