Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren't turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?

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.

Memory is each man's own last measure, and for some, the only achievement.

A man who couldn't make things go right could at least go. He could quit trying to get out of the way of life. Chuck routine. Live the real jeopardy of circumstance. It was a question of dignity.

You never feel better than when you start feeling good after you've been feeling bad.

Whoever the last true cowboy in America turns out to be, he's likely to be an Indian.