Have an objective to give your bender a theme. For instance, stalking and killing a wild pig with a bowie knife.

I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.

Did you see Bush on TV, trying to debate? Jesus, he talked like a donkey with no brains at all...It was pitiful...I almost felt sorry for him, until I heard someone call him 'Mr. President,' and then I felt ashamed.

No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.

I guess I'm just courtly until people get in my way. You'll find most Southerners are like that.

Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it.

I don't think that my kind of journalism has ever been universally popular. It's lonely out here.