Barbarism Is The Natural State Of Mankind.

Any But The Most Brutish Of Men Must Be Touched With A Certain Awe Or Wonder At The Baring Of A Woman's Naked Soul.

Time And Times Are But Cogwheels, Unmatched, Grinding On Oblivious To One Another. Occasionally - Oh, Very Rarely! - The Cogs Fit; The Pieces Of The Plot Snap Together Momentarily And Give Men Faint Glimpses Beyond The Veil Of This Everyday Blindness We Call Reality.

One Objection I Have Heard Voiced To Works Of This Kind—dealing With Texas—is The Amount Of Gore Spilled Across The Pages. It Can Not Be Otherwise. In Order To Write A Realistic And True History Of Any Part Of The Southwest, One Must Narrate Such Things, Even At The Risk Of Monotony.

The Printed Page Was Like Wine To Me.

What Is Death But A Traversing Of Eternities And A Crossing Of Cosmic Oceans?