Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

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.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

If you want to destroy a nation, give it too much - make it greedy, miserable and sick.

Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there.

I guess this is why I hate governments, all governments. It is always the rule, the fine print, carried out by fine-print men. There's nothing to fight, no wall to hammer with frustrated fists.

His ear heard more than what was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.