English is the result of Norman men-at-arms attempting to pick up Saxon barmaids and is no more legitimate than any of the other results.

You know, it's quite all right to give the underdog a hand, but only one hand. Keep the other hand on your pistol - or he'll try to eat the one you gave him!

Keep a goverment poor and weak and it's your servant; when it is rich and powerful it becomes your master.

English is the product of a Saxon warrior trying to make a date with an Angle bar-maid, and as such is no more legitimate than any of the other products of that conversation.

Only the incompetent wait until the last extremity to use force, and by then, it is usually too late to use anything, even prayer.

Apparently, on New Texas, killing a politician was not malum in se, and was mallum prohibitorum only to the extent that what happened to the politician was in excess of what he deserved.

I like it where it gets dark at night, and if you want noise, you have to make it yourself.

And when someone makes a statement you don't understand, don't tell him he's crazy. Ask him what he means.

I had a lot of other ideas, now and then, but every time I took a second look at one, it got sick and died.

Take a drink because you pity yourself, and then the drink pities you and has a drink, and then two good drinks get together and that calls for drinks all around.

Sanity, it would seem, was a dangerously contagious disease.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

I have a sexy side to me, but it's more of a fun sexy.

Would it not be simpler If the Government dissolved the people and elected another?

I went to college in Vermont, and then stayed in the East Coast.

Many overlook the fact that Jesus was homeless. He did not only teach the poor; He lived among them.

My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree.

Our scars make us know that our past was for real

We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.

Genre categorization is a capitalist (rather than artistic) thing, a symptom of marketing and major-chain bookshelf placement.

Everything has a lifecycle. You have to believe it’s going to change.