I once owned a collection of 77 novels that won the Pulitzer. The only good novel of the bunch was The Grapes of Wrath.

Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at.

Listening to women ain't the fashion in this part of the country.

I hate rude behavior in a man,' he explained in his quiet, unassuming drawl. 'I won't tolerate it.' He politely tipped his hat, and rode away.

-she remembered them kindly, for there was a sweetness in boys that didn't last long, once they became men.

If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.

Nothing good ever comes without a price.