Metaphysics is a cobweb that the mind weaves around things.

My books always make the best-seller lists in Wolf Hole, Arizona, and Hanksville, Utah.

Nobody has so many friends that he can afford to lose one.

It may be true that there are no atheists in foxholes. But you don't find many Christians there, either. Or, about as many of one as the other.

I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.

Within minutes my 115-mile walk through the desert hills becomes a thing apart, a disjunct reality on the far side of a bottomless abyss, immediately beyond physical recollection.But it's all still there in my heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days to come, like a treasure found and then, voluntarily, surrendered. Returned to the mountains with my blessing. It leaves a golden glowing on the mind.

Any hack can safely rail away at foreign powers beyond the sea; but a good writer is a critic of the society he lives in.