Most New Books Drop Immediately Into The

A Cowboy Is A Hired Hand On The Middle Of A Horse Contemplating The Hind End Of A Cow.

My Own Best Books Have Not Been Published. In Fact, They've Not Even Been Written Yet.

Concrete Is Heavy; Iron Is Hard - But The Grass Will Prevail.

I Wait. Now The Night Flows Back, The Mighty Stillness Embraces And Includes Me; I Can See The Stars Again And The World Of Starlight. I Am Twenty Miles Or More From The Nearest Fellow Human, But Instead Of Loneliness I Feel Loveliness. Loveliness And A Quiet Exultation.

The Hawk's Cry Is As Sharp As Its Beak.