The most beautiful fighting machine I have ever seen

As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come.

I don't like to write like God. It is only because you never do it, though, that the critics think you can't do it.

I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it.

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her.

Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is