I don't want her to have a cat because she'll end up talking baby talk to the cat. That's the way it is, and how can a P.I. do tha...t?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For mankind, speech with a capital S is especially meaningful and committing, more than the content communicated. The outcry of th...e newborn and the sound of the bells are fraught with mystery more than the baby's woeful face or the venerable tower.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is a strange little complacent country, in many ways a U.S.A. in miniature but of course nearer the center of disturbance!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My dear dear Mother, If you don't let me come home I die--I am all over ink,... and my fine clothes have been spoilt--I have been tost in a blanket, and seen a ghost. I remain, my dear dear Mother, Your dutiful and most unhappy son, Freddy. P.S. Remember me to my Father.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is, I confess, a hazard to the philosophical analysis of humor. If one rereads the passages that have been analyzed, one may... no longer be able to laugh at them. This is an occupational hazard: Philosophy is taking the laughter out of humor.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Funny ain't it. Here I am worrying about a woman. Men don't worry much about women when they're around. But when it gets way off f...rom home like we are now, and where he knows he's going a lot further away ... I mean that's when a woman gets workin' in your mind. You reckon you're a fool for not noticin' before how, how big a part of things they be. There ain't nothin' like seein' a woman's face.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Zeb Calloway: This child's seen a heap of Injuns and most of this country. She's big and wild, colder than hell ... the Tetons sta...ndin' higher than the clouds. By beaver, there's nothin' prettier than the upper Missouri. She's wild and pretty like a virgin woman. But the prettiest part of it all belongs to her people--Blackfeet--proud Injuns. Ain't gonna let no white men spy on their country. Only thing they're feared of is a white man's sickness. Jim Deakins: What's that? Zeb: Grabs. White men don't see nothin' pretty lest they wants to grab it. The more they grab, the more they wanna grab. It's like a fever, and they can't get cured. The only thing for them to do is keep on grabbin' until everything belongs to white men and then start grabbin' from each other. Can't reckon Injuns got no reason to love nothin' white. By beaver, this child'd rather be in that Black Feet country than anywheres else.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »