I talked with Junior Allen. He didn’t have his mind on it. He was crouched in the brush, and he could taste lamb, and he was alerted for the first shy sound of the little hoofs coming along the trail....
Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn't blow in the wind or change with the weather. It is your inner image of yourself, and if you look in there and see a man who won't cheat, then you know h...
[Los Angeles] the world's biggest third-class city...
She trudged along, dutiful as a naughty child.
It was to have been a quiet evening at home.
I am wary of the whole dreary deadening structured mess that we have built into such a glittering top-heavy structure that there is nothing left to see but the glitter, and the brute routines of maint...
His wife, Gerry, was a truly stunning blonde in her middle twenties, tall and gracious, but with eyes just a little cold to match a smile so warm and welcoming.
O thank you, Uncle Omar. Thank you for instilling a helpless youth with such grave suspicions of women and all their works, that here and now, in my maturity, in my thirty-second year, I cannot confro...
Starry
We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.
In the sense of movement a boat is a living thing.
The breakfast was rather silent, but not with strain.
All the bright people, stopped in the midst of life, looking with forced smile into the lenses, then to be filed away, their colors fading as the years pass, caught there in slide trays, stack loads,...
Please not yet. Those are the three eternal words. Please not yet.
Junior Allen grinned and grinned and grinned. But some instinct made him wary of me. I would look toward him and see those little blue eyes studying me over that wide smile. He was a big old tom watch...
We want out. In the end, it’s that simple. We want out, where the law is, where you prosper or you fail according to your own merits as a person. Is that so damned much? I don’t want white friends. I...
The sun was visible from Florida, but it hadn’t gotten to me.
The ones that swear off, most of them they go back onto it sooner or later, get pig drunk and locked up. Something special you’ve got against drunks, Sheriff? Married to one for a long time. Too long....
More fun than a hungover, carbuncled cowboy might have while trying to stay aboard a longhorn, in a dusty rodeo, but it would be a close decision
Friendships like marriages are dependent on avoiding the unforgivable.