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.

You do not think much of me, do you, Cogburn?" "I don't think about you at all when your mouth is closed.

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.

Nothing I like to do pays well.

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.

Lookin' back is a bad habit.

On his deathbed he asked for a priest and became a Catholic. That was his wife's religion. It was his own business and none of mine. If you had sentenced one hundred and sixty men to death and seen around eighty of them swing, then maybe at the last minute you would feel the need for some stronger medicine than the Methodists could make.