Many people have believed that they were Chosen, but none more baldly than the Texans.

In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semi-human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog.

There aren't many irritations to match the condescension which a woman metes out to a man who she believes has loved her vainly for the past umpteen years.

Men often compete with one another until the day they die. Comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor.

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.

The question of whether it's God's green earth is not at center stage, except in the sense that if so, one is reminded with some regularity that He may be dying.

Animals are stylized characters in a kind of old saga - stylized because even the most acute of them have little leeway as they play out their parts.

Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep.

Men greet each other with a sock on the arm, women with a hug, and the hug wears better in the long run.

If two people are in love they can sleep on the blade of a knife.

Land of opportunity, land for the huddled masses where would the opportunity have been without the genocide of those Old Guard, bristling Indian tribes?

Never forget to forgive yourself

Caregiving will never be one-size-fits-all.

I was sane once. It was horrible.

Academic Marxists, with their elitist sense of superiority to popular taste, are the biggest snobs in America.

A women could never be President. A condidate must be over 35, and where are you going to find a woman who will admit she's over 35?

My great panacea for making society at once better and more enjoyable would be to cultivate greater sincerity.

I never wanted to dilute my private passion for the art by airing and arguing it in public.

What sort of faults may we retain, nay, even cherish in ourselves? Those faults which are rather pleasant than offensive to others.

I wish someone had told me that my stories are really mine to tell. In other words, anything that I think is important or that has moved me has the ability to move somebody else.

I had the insane misconception that I was ready to conquer the known universe with Tähtivaeltaja. No mercy!