The design of a book is the pattern of a reality controlled and shaped by the mind of a writer.

He drank too much when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time.

Guys like us got nothing to look ahead to

You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

I have said that Texas is a state of mind, but I think it is more than that. It is a mystique closely approximating a religion.

Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is--and a woman too, I guess.

A fallow field is a sin.