There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

Christian theology: nothing so grotesque could possibly be true.

Roosters: The cry of the male chicken is the most barbaric yawp in all of nature.

In the modern world, all literary art is necessarily political -- especially that which pretends not to be.

But it is a writer's duty to write and speak and record the truth, always the truth, no matter whom may be offended.

How to Avoid Pleurisy: Never make love to a girl named Candy on the tailgate of a half-ton Ford pickup during a chill rain in April out on Grandview Point in San Juan County, Utah.