The imaginative young vagabond quickly loses the social instincts that help to make life bearable for other men. Always he hears voices calling in th…

- Jim Tully

Our world was brutal, immoral, smug and conventional. We had unbounded contempt for all those who did not sin as we sinned.

- 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 o…

- Jim Tully

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, y…

- Jim Tully