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.

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

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.

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

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.

Get out and find ...the country. And ourselves.

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