I always write with my .357 magnum handy. Why? Well, you never know when God may try to interfere.

The feminists have a legitimate grievance. But so does everyone else.

So I write mainly for the fun of it, the hell of it, the duty of it. I enjoy writing and will probably be a scribbler on my dying day, sprawled on some stony trail halfway between two dry waterholes.

Cold morning on Aztec Peak Fire Lookout. First, build fire in old stove. Second, start coffee. Then, heat up last night's pork chops and spinach for breakfast. Why not? And why the hell not?

There are only two kinds of books -- good books and the others. The good are winnowed from the bad through the democracy of time.

Through logic and inference we can prove anything. Therefore, logic and inference, in contrast to ordinary daily living experience, are secondary instruments of knowledge. Probably tertiary.

Every man should be his own guru; every woman her own gurette.