Generally speaking, it's a matter of only mild intellectual interest to me whether the earth goes around the sun or the sun goes around the earth. In fact, I don't care a rat's ass either way.

I choose to listen to the river for a while, thinking river thoughts, before joining the night and the stars.

My Aunt Ida at age eighty-three: 'Yeah,' she said, 'I'll be dead pretty soon. And frankly, I don't give a damn.'

When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble.

The hawk's cry is as sharp as its beak.

Most of the literary classics are worth reading, if you've nothing better to do.

Mexico: where life is cheap, death is rich, and the buzzards are never unhappy.