“In California there were nuggets the size of walnuts lying on the ground—or so it was said, and truth travels slowly when rumors have wings of gold.”
“The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.”
“Rumor travels faster, but it don't stay put as long as truth. ”
“So this was where lust was satisfied. If I'd been an old-time miner I'd have asked for my gold nugget back.”
“The best lies contain within them nuggets of truth, enough to give a listener pause.”
“Well, when everybody's going this way, it's time to turn around and go that way, you know? ... I don't care if they end up shitting gold nuggets, somebody's got to dig in the damn ground. Somebody's got to.”