Change was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.

I do not find illness an eminence, and I do not understand how people can use it to draw attention to themselves since the attention they draw is nearly always reluctantly given and unpleasantly carried out.

Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there.

Nobody changes. Nobody gets hurt.

The last clear definite function of man — muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need — this is man.

I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.

And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift past his fingertips. No man had touched the seed, or lusted for the growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with the bread. The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.