To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

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

Socialism is just another form of religion, and thus delusional.

He learned that when people are very poor they still have something to give and the impulse to give it.

I know this... a man got to do what he got to do.