Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold.

Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.

What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise. (All the Pretty Horses)

What joins men together ... is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.

What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?

Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.

My daddy used to tell me not to chew on somethin that was eatin you.