There's a boy across the river with an ass like a peach; alas I was no swimmer and lost my Clementine.

Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is.

If I had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.

Shooting is my principal pastime.

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.

Knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born.

Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.