If a crowd can flinch, they flinch. More than a thousand men flinch under the fist of just one. I don't see what the women do.

You went up a girl and came down a woman.

A book cannot apologize for what people may think it should be. It has to be authoritative.

You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.

What a sad thing men are. Can’t do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can’t build something up without tearing it down.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

I want a campfire box.