Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.

Humankind will not be free until the last Kremlin commissar is strangled with the entrails of the last Pentagon chief of staff.

The night I filled an inside straight: Even a blind hog's gonna root up an acorn once in a while.

Though I've lived in the rural West most of my life, I never once fell in love with a horse. Not once. Neither end.

Life is already too short to waste on speed.

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

Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent.