I come more and more to the conclusion that wilderness, in America or anywhere else, is the only thing left that is worth saving.

When a writer has done the best that he can do, he should then withdraw from the book-writing business and take up an honest trade like shoe repair, cattle stealing, or screwworm management.

Orthodoxy is a relaxation of the mind accompanied by a stiffening of the heart.

Mexico: where life is cheap, death is rich, and the buzzards are never unhappy.

Anarchy works. Italy has proved it for a thousand years.

To be alive is to take risks; to be always safe and secure is death.

Is the Archbishop's blessing any more meaningful than the Politician's handshake? The come, they go, with bigger things than us on their minds.