Revolution is the industry of young men.

The place was packed as we flooded in, all the patrons freezing at the sight of an armed sheriff, two deputies, an Indian, and a construction worker; we probably looked like the Village People.

I looked over at her; if women knew how good they looked in the dash light of oversized pickup trucks, they'd never get out of them.

A life without friends means death without company. (Adiskidegabeko bizita, auzogabeko heriotza.) —BASQUE PROVERB

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

Henry figured that the reason the Cheyenne had always ridden Appaloosas into battle was because by the time the men got there, they were so angry with the horses they were ready to kill everything.

A writer, like a sheriff, is the embodiment of a group of people and without their support both are in a tight spot.

I approach poetry and spirituality like literary nitroglycerin -- a little can do a lot and you better damn well be careful with it.

Temptation out of reach does you no good.

Writing is a solitary pursuit and I think you have to be partially at peace with yourself, but it's the other part that's usually producing the stuff worth reading.

Artists are always good for conversation, so long as you want to talk about their art.

Only write if you can't not.

You have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.

She knows what it's like to love someone who cannot love you back. Someone who needs you, holds you, yes, but someone who will never know that love is the knife in your heart.

A way of life that ever more rapidly depletes the power of the Earth to sustain it and piles up ever more insoluble problems for each succeeding generation can only be called violent.

In my short experience of human life, the outward obstacles, if there were any such, have not been living men, but the institutions of the dead.

How do you know that God didn't speak to Charles Darwin?

I'm really proud of myself because I've pared my beauty regimen down to a cream blush and berry-tinted lip balm, which has saved me so much time.

All too many journalists seem to mistake scandal mongering for tenacious investigation, and far too many aspire to make themselves the story.

Nobody says if you hit No. 2 in the world you have to win all your matches.

The Mass is the greatest blasphemy of God, and the highest idolatry upon earth, an abomination the like of which has never been in Christendom since the time of the Apostles.