The Only Bookstore I Had Was The

Certainly On The Vast Windy Plain, There Was Plenty Of Nothing To Be Looked At.

A Woman's Love Is Like The Morning Dew. It's Just As Likely To Settle On A Horse Turd As A Rose.

Through My College Years, Topping That Ridge Had Always Given Me A Great Sense Of Being Home, But Time Had Diminished The Emotion And I Had Begun To Suspect That Home Was Less A Place Than An Empty Page.

The Older The Violin, The Sweeter The Music.

A Man Who Wouldn't Cheat For A Poke Don't Want One Bad Enough. --augustus "gus" Mccrae