The winter passes and the warm winds of May made me long to wander again. The whistling of a locomotive on a… — Jim Tully Copy Share Image
Our world was brutal, immoral, smug and conventional. We had unbounded contempt for all those who did not sin as we sinned. — Jim Tully Copy Share Image
The imaginative young vagabond quickly loses the social instincts that help to make life bearable for other men. Always he hears voices calling in… — Jim Tully Copy Share Image
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… — Jim Tully Copy Share Image
The winter passes and the warm winds of May made me long to wander again. The whistling of a locomotive on a still night… — Jim Tully Copy Share Image
“Plundering and stealing, cheating and lying, laboring, fighting and loving; taking all we could and returning little, we went our careless and irresponsible ways,… — Jim Tully Copy Share Image
“A crowd of men stood in front of them. Of all ages, with expressions of sex-wonder in their eyes, gazing curiously as men who… — Jim Tully Copy Share Image
