I suppose our capacity for self-delusion is boundless.

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.

Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.

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

But Doc had one mental habit he could not get over. When anyone asked a question, Doc thought he wanted to know the answer.

To the heavens on the wings of a pig.