Time just gets away from us.

We must each of us bear our own misfortunes.

As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.

I have known some horses and a good many more pigs who I believe harbored evil intent in their hearts. I will go further and say all cats are wicked, though often useful. Who has not seen Satan in their sly faces?

I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.

Listen, here's what I'd like to do: I'd like to live in a trailer and play records all night.

One time you smash a bug with no mercy. Another time you find one helpless on his back with his legs flailing the air, and you flip him over and let him go on his way. The struggle that touches the heart.