How Do You Caution A Fawn About

I Looked At Lucas With The Pang That A Parent Feels When He Knows His Child Will Be Hurt And That It's No One's Fault And That To Try To Preempt The Rites Of Passage Is An Act Of Contempt For The Child's Courage.

Then The Sun Broke Above The Crest Of The Hills And The Entire Countryside Looked Soaked In Blood, The Arroyos Deep In Shadow, The Cones Of Dead Volcanoes Stark And Biscuit-colored Against The Sky. I Could Smell Pinion Trees, Wet Sage, Woodsmoke, Cattle In The Pastures, And Creek Water That Had Melted From Snow. I Could Smell The Way The Country Probably Was When It Was Only A Dream In The Mind Of God.

Don't Ever Quit. Never Quit. Never Show Anybody You're Hurt. Grin And Walk Through The Cannon Smoke. It Will Drive Them Up The Wall. You Always Stay True To Your Own Principles. You Always Believe In Your Gift. God Doesn't Make Mistakes When He Presents Someone With A Gift Like That. It's There For A Reason. Tell The Naysayers, Those Who Reject You, To Drop Dead! Who Cares?

I Think The "crime Novel" Has Replaced The Sociological Novel Of The 1930s. I Think The Progenitor Of That Tradition Is James M. Cain, Who In My View Is The Most Neglected Writer In American Literature.

We Decry Violence All The Time In This Country, But Look At Our History. We Were Born In A Violent Revolution, And We've Been In Wars Ever Since. We're Not A Pacific People.