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

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.

Our religion keeps reminding us that we aren't just will and thoughts. We're also sand and wind and thunder. Rain. The seasons. All those things. You learn to respect everything because you are everything. If you respect yourself, you respect all things.

I can't say, over the miles, that I had learned what I had wanted to know because I hadn't known what I wanted to know. But I did learn what I didn't know I wanted to know.

Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find.

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

Adventure is putting one's ignorance into motion.