“It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.”
“...lonely-chrome America.”
“A fact is innocent until someone wants it; then it become intelligence.”
“In a crisis the true facts are whatever other people say they are.”
“[I]n the American soul there is a lonely individual standing in a vast landscape. He is either on a horse or driving a car, depending, and either way he’s carrying a gun. This is one of the essential images in American mythology.”
“There was something touching about the fact that Murray was dressed almost totally in corduroy.”