There is no shortage of wonderful writers. What we lack is a dependable mass of readers.

What memories for mud to have.

What do men want? They want a lot of pals, and they wish that people wouldn't get so mad at them.

Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.

The world is full of people who are very clever at seeming much smarter than they really are.

American Rifleman and Field & Stream had ads for "varmint guns." Another varmint was a ground hog because a horse would be going along and he'd stick his foot in a ground hog hole and break his leg. So we were trying to prevent that, too. But we finally scared ourselves. We didn't realize we were nuts.

We were into the Speedway. We'd take a train out to the Speedway where farmers had flatbed trucks with bleachers on them. They'd park in the infield and we'd sit on those. Our heroes weren't the drivers, they were the pit crews. That's because we were local, and we knew what was going on.