The dead are dead but they rely on us to fulfill their hopes.

Animals form an inalienable fragment of nature, and if we hasten the disappearance of even one species, we diminish our world and our place in it.

For all its enormous range of space, climate, and physical appearance, and for all the internal squabbles, contentions, and strivings, what you northerners never appreciate...is that Texas is so big that you can live your life within its limits and never give a damn about what anyone in Boston or San Francisco thinks.

Things are going to go wrong, and I think we are false to life if we don’t portray it. But there is also the hope that some lucky clown is going to come along and stumble into the gold mine. And I think you are also entitled to hold out that hope.

The dead are dead but they rely on us to fulfill their hopes.

The job of a storyteller is to tell stories, and I have concentrated on that obligation.

When this is over, I'm not going to be the same guy. I am going to live as if I were a great man.