Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?

Although, pretending not to notice is almost worse than noticing.

Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks?

Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and something never die - but the thought of those sweet kernels bursting between my teeth sure sets my mouth to watering. It's fantasy, I know that. Neither will happen. I just like to weight the options, as though I were standing in front of Solomon: a final roll in the hay or an ear of corn. What a wonderful dilemma. Sometimes I substitute an apple for the corn.

It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here

The sky the sky- same as it always was.

I just think I'm better equipped to make a study of human personality than trying to get into the mind of animals.