Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.
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.
Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world
Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.
One must withdraw for a time from life in order to set down that picture.
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.