Only a rank degenerate would drive 1,500 miles across Texas without eating a chicken fried steak.
Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at.
Nothing good ever comes without a price.
Incompetents invariably make trouble for people other than themselves.
The tradition I was born into was essentially nomadic, a herdsmen tradition, following animals across the earth. The bookshops are a form of ranching; instead of herding cattle, I herd books. Writing is a form of herding, too; I herd words into little paragraph-like clusters.
I never met a soul in this world as normal as me.