Give me a used Bible and I will, I think, be able to tell you about a man by the places that are edged with the dirt of seeking fingers.
It is possible, even probable, to be told a truth about a place, to accept it, to know it and at the same time not to know anything about it.
Doc still loved true things but he knew that it was not a general love and it could be a very dangerous mistress.
She had a dour Presbyterian mind and a code of morals that pinned down and beat the brains out of nearly everything that was pleasant to do.
I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction.
No story has power, nor will it last, unless we feel in ourselves that it is true and true of us.
One day we’ll sit and you’ll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now – why, you can’t find all the cards.
You’re buying years of work, toil in the sun; you’re buying a sorrow that can’t talk.
I ought to of shot that dog myself, George. I shouldn’t ought to of let no stranger shoot my dog.
And her joy was nearly like sorrow.
A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn’t say you wore a beard because you liked a beard. People didn’t like you for telling the truth. You had to say you had a scar so you couldn’t shave.
I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame.
It’s almost impossible to read a fine thing without wanting to do a fine thing.
It is not good to want a thing too much. It sometimes drives the luck away. You must want it just enough, and you must be very tactful with Gods or the gods.
Guys like us got nothing to look ahead to.
I wonder why it is that when I plan a route too carefully, it goes to pieces, whereas if I blunder along in blissful ignorance aimed in a fancied direction I get through with no trouble.
All men are moral. Only their neighbors are not.
I carry a gun cause a cop is too heavy.
All of them had a restlessness in common.
There are people who will say that this whole account is a lie, but a thing isn’t necessarily a lie even if it didn’t necessarily happen.