I would rather have a young fellow too much than too little dressed: the excess on that side will wear off, with a little age and ...reflection; but if he is negligent at twenty, he will be a sloven at forty, and stink at fifty years old.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Coming about its own business Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox... It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It's not enough to be great, Charley. I tried to tell you in Philly. I tried to tell you in L.A. We're infested with rats! [to Peg..., Charley's fiancee] He's not just a kid who can fight, he's money! And people want money so bad they make it stink!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It would not be an easy thing to bring the water all the way to the plain. They would have to organize a great coumbite with all t...he peasants and the water would unite them once again, its fresh breath would clear away the fetid stink of anger and hatred; the brotherly community would be reborn with new plants, the fields filled with to bursting with fruits and grains, the earth gorged with life, simple and fertile.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now different races and nationalities cherish different ideals of society that stink in each other's nostrils with an offensivenes...s beyond the power of any but the most monstrous private deed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the history of the United States, there is no continuity at all. You can cut through it anywhere and nothing on this side of th...e cut has anything to do with anything on the other side.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the Native American tradition ... a man, if he's a mature adult, nurtures life. He does rituals that will help things grow, he ...helps raise the kids, and he protects the people. His entire life is toward balance and cooperativeness. The ideal of manhood is the same as the ideal of womanhood. You are autonomous, self-directing, and responsible for the spiritual, social and material life of all those with whom you live.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You haven't weighed the consequences for your love,... nor have you any regard for your friends. Why are you making such a jealous fuss now, prude, when it's too late? With your own hands You've brought down upon yourself these coals, their blazing points of flame as bright as Doomsday Fire. So enough now of your crying in the wilderness. You've erased the tracery on your cheek by covering it with your palm. Your sighs have kissed away the juice of your lower lip, tasty as nectar and at every instant, the tear that's stuck in your throat is making your sloping breasts tremble. Unkind girl, anger has become your lover, not I.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »