Texas is rich in unredeemed dreams
Americans don't want cowboys to be gay.
I think its a sickness to grieve too much for those who never cared a fig for you.
The lives of happy people are dense with their own doings -- crowded, active, thick. But the sorrowing are nomads, on a plain with few landmarks and no boundaries; sorrow's horizons are vague and its demands are few.
You can scare off a lot of cowboys just by looking mean, I guess.
There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.