I was once invited to take part in a heroic, possibly fatal enterprise, but I declined, mainly on account of sloth.

Capitalism: Nothing so mean could be right. Greed is the ugliest of the capital sins.

A man's duty? To be ready -- with rifle or rood -- to defend his home when the showdown comes.

Our job is to record, each in his own way, this world of light and shadow and time that will never come again exactly as it is today.

Generally speaking, it's a matter of only mild intellectual interest to me whether the earth goes around the sun or the sun goes around the earth. In fact, I don't care a rat's ass either way.

In writing, fidelity to fact leads eventually to the poetry of truth.

How to Overthrow the System: brew your own beer; kick in your Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your own cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.