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

I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.

But you must give him some sign, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him.

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do...Try to be better than yourself.

A Texan outside of Texas is a foreigner.

Writing to me is a deeply personal, even a secret function and when the product I turned loose it is cut off from me and I have no sense of its being mine. Consequently criticism doesn't mean anything to me. As a disciplinary matter, it is too late.

Being at ease with himself put him at ease with the world.