Throughout our ten-year friendship, Jim Harrison proved to be as big-hearted as a veteran thoroughbred racehorse. He knew how it was to be jaded in defeat but had been decorated with flowers many times in the winner’s circle. He was a mighty sprinter who sold out completely in every race and never pulled up when he went lame, or hurt, or out of breath. He performed with his pain and outran it. He was a good writer, a gentleman, and a friend. I already miss his words.
– JPS Brown