There is no hunting like the hunting of man$$$ and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it$$$ never care for anything else thereafter.

For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.

They agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

Let's take a drive into the middle of nowhere with a packet of Marlboro lights and talk about our lives.

People who are too fastidious towards the finite never reach actuality$$$ but linger in abstraction$$$ and their light dies away.

The valor that struggles is better than the weakness that endures.

Taxes are not levied for the benefit of the taxed.

Some folks want their luck buttered.

If the moths would always carefully avoid the candle$$$ how few burnt wings there would be!

Civilization is only savagery silver-gilt.