I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—‘Thou mayest’— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.

You've seen the sun flatten and take strange shapes just before it sinks in the ocean. Do you have to tell yourself every time that it's an illusion caused by atmospheric dust and light distorted by the sea, or do you simply enjoy the beauty of it?

Well, I git enough sorrow. I like to git away from it.

I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame.

The final weapon is the brain, all else is supplemental.