Well, I remember this girl. I am not whole without her. I am not alive without her. When she was with me I was more alive than I have ever been, and not only when she was pleasant either. Even when we were fighting I was whole.

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world

In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.

We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the neverending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.

When I was very young and the urge to be someplace was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch.

Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.