The ideal kitchen-sink novel: Throw in everything but the kitchen sink. Then add the kitchen sink.

For this world that men have made, none of us is bad enough. For the world that made us, none is good enough.

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.

War: First day in the U.S. Army, the government placed a Bible in my left hand, a bayonet in the other.

Each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful. (p 41)

One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork.