Self-parody Is The First Portent Of Age.

The Tradition I Was Born Into Was Essentially Nomadic, A Herdsmen Tradition, Following Animals Across The Earth. The Bookshops Are A Form Of Ranching; Instead Of Herding Cattle, I Herd Books. Writing Is A Form Of Herding, Too; I Herd Words Into Little Paragraph-like Clusters.

Most Young Dealers Of The Silicon Chip Era Regard A Reference Library As Merely A Waste Of Space. Old Timers On The West Coast Seem To Retain A Fondness For Reference Books That Goes Beyond The Practical. Everything There Is To Know About A Given Volume May Be Only A Click Away, But There Are Still A Few Of Us Who'd Rather Have The Book Than The Click. A Bookman's Love Of Books Is A Love Of Books, Not Merely Of The Information In Them.

It Ain’t Dying I’m Talking About, It’s Living. I Doubt It Matters Where You Die, But It Matters Where You Live.” ~spoken By Augustus Mccrae

I Think Its A Sickness To Grieve Too Much For Those Who Never Cared A Fig For You.

I Hate Rude Behavior In A Man,' He Explained In His Quiet, Unassuming Drawl. 'i Won't Tolerate It.' He Politely Tipped His Hat, And Rode Away.