I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.

But you must give him some sign, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him.

I ought to of shot that dog myself, George. I shouldn't ought to of let no stranger shoot my dog.

I suppose our capacity for self-delusion is boundless.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

Time is more complex near the sea than in any other place, for in addition to the circling of the sun and the turning of the seasons, the waves beat out the passage of time on the rocks and the tides rise and fall as a great clepsydra.

The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.