The four horsemen of the prairie are tornado, locust, drought, and fire, and the greatest of these is fire, a rider with two faces because for everything taken, it makes a return in equal measure.

The biggest hindrance to learning is fear of showing one's self a fool.

Other than to amuse himself, why should a man pretend to know where he's going or understand what he sees?

For me, writing is not a search for explanations but a ramble in quest of what informs a place, a hunt for equivalents.

With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where time and men and deeds connected.

No yesterdays on the road.

Historical awareness is a kind of resurrection.