It's a small world. When you put it in a cemetery, it is.

Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.

Montana was naked, and so was Billy, of course. He had a tremendous wang, incidentally. You never know who'll get one.

Maturity, the way I understand it, is knowing what your limitations are.

What geography can give all Middle Westerners, along with the fresh water and topsoil, if they let it, is awe for an Edenic continent stretching forever in all directions. Makes you religious. Takes your breath away.

The name of the new religion," said Rumfoord, "is The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent.

The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.