There are people who will say that this whole account is a lie, but a thing isn't necessarily a lie even if it didn't necessarily happen.

He had said, "I am a man," and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and half god. It meant that Kino would drive his strength against a mountain and plunge his strength against the sea. Juana, in her woman's soul, knew that the mountain would stand while the man broke himself; that the sea would surge while the man drowned in it. And yet it was this thing that made him a man, half insane and half god, and Juana had need of a man; she could not live without a man.

All war is a symptom of man's failure as a thinking animal.

I do want to make it very convincing. And the best way to do that is to put most of it in dialogue.

Just as our bread, mixed and baked, packaged and sold without benefit of accident or human frailty, is uniformly good and uniformly tasteless, so will our speech become one speech.

Hate cannot live alone. It must have love as a trigger, a goad, or a stimulant.

No single organism could be understood without observing and comprehending the entire colony.