Little by little, the look of the land changes by the men we admire.

It came to him that he had turned away from the buffalo not because of a womanish nausea at blood and stench and spilling gut; it came to him that he had sickened and turned...

Sunset encroached upon daylight like a powder burst from the mouth of a crimson cannon—orange and gold ribbons shot forth to wage a battle against the clouds. The western horizon was obscured by a glow...

Riding a bull must be a bit like flying an ultralight. You get up there and have an exhilarating ride, but then you still have to get down.

You are a pearl of great price to me, but there are times when you are an almighty trial to those who love you.