We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.

In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world

She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing. This vacant eye, listless hand, this damask cheek dusted like a doughnut with plastic powder, had to have a memory or a dream.

We could live offa the fatta the lan'.

Then it is better, sir, to love whom one cannot have?" "Probably better," Lancelot said. "Certainly safer.

Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.