Don't Undo A Brave And Noble Deed.

I Think The "crime Novel" Has Replaced The Sociological Novel Of The 1930s. I Think The Progenitor Of That Tradition Is James M. Cain, Who In My View Is The Most Neglected Writer In American Literature.

There's No Substitute For Loyalty.

Then The Sun Broke Above The Crest Of The Hills And The Entire Countryside Looked Soaked In Blood, The Arroyos Deep In Shadow, The Cones Of Dead Volcanoes Stark And Biscuit-colored Against The Sky. I Could Smell Pinion Trees, Wet Sage, Woodsmoke, Cattle In The Pastures, And Creek Water That Had Melted From Snow. I Could Smell The Way The Country Probably Was When It Was Only A Dream In The Mind Of God.

I Believe The Causes That Create Them [serial Killers] Are Theological In Nature, Rather Than Societal. I Believe They Make A Conscious Choice To Erase God's Thumbprint From Their Souls.

Neither Our Own Passing Nor The Passing Of An Era Is A Tragedy, No Matter How Much We Would Like To Think It Is.