Whenever I read _Time_ or _Newsweek_ or such magazines, I wash my hands afterward. But how to wash off the small but odious stain such reading leaves on the mind?

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

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

A crowded society is a restrictive society; an overcrowded society becomes an authoritarian, repressive and murderous society.

We live in a society in which it is normal to be sick; and sick to be abnormal.

Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.

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?