You can boast about anything if it's all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.

Father and son are natural enemies and each is happier and more secure in keeping it that way.

We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.

But Doc had one mental habit he could not get over. When anyone asked a question, Doc thought he wanted to know the answer.

Liza poured thick batter from a pitcher onto a soapstone griddle. The hot cakes rose like little hassocks, and small volcanoes formed and erupted on them until they were ready to be turned. A cheerful brown, they were, with tracings of darker brown. And the kitchen was full of the good sweet smell of them.

You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.

And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, "Use it well, use it wisely.