A person who doesn't learn from the past is an idiot, in my estimation.

Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie.

Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.

As a species we're fundamentally insane. Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. Why do you think we invented politics and religion?

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.

Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.

Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.