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.

If someone is starving, excessively exercising or using purging behaviors, then we know they are in a high-risk place for turning on the psychiatric illnesses.

Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)

The expensive car you bought doesn’t matter, but the way you treated the salesman did.

One of the strongest loves I’ve ever witnessed is the love a mother has for her child.

It was... the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.

When something bad happens to me I think I'm able to deal with it in a pretty good way. That makes me lucky. Some people fall apart at the first little thing that happens.

The work on weekdays and the rest on the seventh day are correlated. The Sabbath is the inspirer, the other days the inspired.

Further up and further in!

I do not think that music keeps evolving. It evolved through Bach; since then, in my humble opinion, all the innovations added nothing.

Would I swap what I have achieved as a cook if I could have been as successful as a footballer? Definitely.

Listen, if anything happens to Yoko and me, it was not an accident.