A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.

Man has a choice and it's a choice that makes him a man.

Texas has a tight cohesiveness perhaps stronger than any other section of America.

And Tom brought him chicken soup until he wanted to kill him. The lore has not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty.

A good writer always works at the impossible.There is another kind who pulls in his horizons, drops his mind as one lowers rifle sights.

Critics are the eunuchs of literature. They stand by in envious awe while the whole man and his partner demonstrate the art of living.