The Hawk's Cry Is As Sharp As

I Have Been A Lucky Man. But Someone Has To Be.

My Notion Of A Great Novel Is Something Like A Five-hundred-page Shaggy-dog Story, With Only The Punch Line Omitted.

In The First Place You Can't See Anything From A Car; You've Got To Get Out Of The Goddamned Contraption And Walk, Better Yet Crawl, On Hands And Knees, Over The Sandstone And Through The Thornbush And Cactus. When Traces Of Blood Begin To Mark Your Trail You'll Begin To See Something, Maybe. Probably Not.

Is It Possible To Grow Wiser Without Knowing It? One Hopes So. We All Hope So.

What Is Truth? I Don't Know And I'm Sorry I Brought It Up.