There is no greater monster than reason.

The trouble with a liar is he can't remember what he said.

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.

People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.

Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.