It should not be denied... that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led West.

In fiction I think we should have no agenda but to tell the truth.

Hope was always out ahead of fact, possibility obscured the outlines of reality.

Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable.

I balked at nothing, I was above nothing. Everything had something to teach me.

I was shaped by the west and have lived most of my life in it, and nothing would gratify me more than to see it in all its subregions and subcultures both prosperous and environmentally healthy, with a civilization to match its scenery.

Water is the true wealth in a dry land.