In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.

... you must not expect to find that people understand what they do.

A wife is like a children's movie; always under-appreciated and without either, life would be incomplete.

One must withdraw for a time from life in order to set down that picture.

George's voice became deeper. He repeated his words rhythmically as though he had said them many times before. 'Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.

What hidden, hoarded longings there are in all of us.