It couldn't be the beer. Donnie McRory was certain of that. If you sent American beer out to be analyzed, the lab would probably phone up and say, 'Your horse has diabetes.

Life seems to be a choice between two wrong answers.

I wonder which is worse-the death, not knowing what comes after, or the wedding, when you think you know, but you're wrong.

Some people are born to fit the times.

Maybe staying single meant that you never had to grow up.

Nobody has time to write a book. Some people just do it anyhow.

You take a handful of rocks and put them in a jar. Then once a week, you take one tiny pebble out of the jar and throw it away. When the jar is empty, why, you'll just about be over your grief. ... Time alone will do if you're short on rocks.