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

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

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

The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.

To say nothing is out here is incorrect; to say the desert is stingy with everything except space and light, stone and earth is closer to the truth.

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

Without the errors, wrong turns and blind alleys, without the doubling back and misdirection and fumbling and chance discoveries, there was not one bit of joy in walking the labyrinth.