WHEN AUGUSTUS CAME OUT on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake—not a very big one. It had probably just been crawling around looking for shade when it ran into the pigs. They were having a fine tug-of-war with it, and its rattling days were over.
Larry McMurtryA woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.
Larry McMurtryIf I had a mind to rent pigs, I'd be mighty upset. A man that likes to rent pigs won't be stopped.
Larry McMurtryI remember that the single most vicious letter I ever read was the letter Hemingway wrote Scribners when they asked him to give a blurb for From Here to Eternity. It's there, in the Selected Letters for all to read, an example of a once great writer at his very worst. I doubt that he ever forgave Scribners for publishing James Jones in the first place. War, as Hemingway saw it, belonged to him.
Larry McMurtry