I always go backwards when I am backing up.

Nothing I like to do pays well.

People do not give it credence that a fourteen-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father's blood but it did not seem so strange then, although I will say it did not happen every day. I was just fourteen years of age when a coward going by the name Tom Chaney shot my father down in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and robbed him of his life and his horse and $150 in cash money plus two California gold pieces that he carried in his trouser band.

In the Anthropology Club, as I understood it, you were permitted, if not required, to despise only one thing, and that was your own culture, that of the West.

I know what they said even if they would not say it to my face. People love to talk. They love to slander you if you have any substance.

The wicked flee when none pursueth.

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