In the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught.

Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.

How much courage does it take to fire up your tractor and plow under a crop you spent six or seven years growing? How much courage to go on and do that after you've spent all that time finding out how to prepare the soil and when to plant and how much to water and when to reap? How much to just say, "I have to quit these peas. Peas are no good for me, I better try corn or beans.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

I was sitting one day and thinking about cannibalism, because that's what guys like me do... and I thought, suppose a guy was washed up on a rocky island, how much of himself could he eat?

I started to submit when I was twelve, and obviously at that time they weren't good enough, and I suppose in my heart of hearts I knew it. But you have to start sooner or later, you have to dig in.

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.