I have named the destroyers of nations: comfort, plenty, and security - out of which grow a bored and slothful cynicism, in which rebellion against the world as it is, and myself as I am, are submerged in listless self-satisfaction.

A Texan outside of Texas is a foreigner.

Just like heaven. Ever’body wants a little piece of lan’. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. It’s just in their head. They’re all the time talkin’ about it, but it’s jus’ in their head.

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

I can still tend the rabbits, George? I didn't mean no harm, George.

And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.

My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned.