“Oh, well. Everyone else has suave, cosmopolitan sheep: why not us? The Millers at Hepple have a ewe that’s been to Kelso three times, and they’ve never been farther than Ford in their lives.” Kate peered absently into the farm pond, and clucked again. “Thoughtless creatures. They’ve forgotten the fish.”

“Do you know Camille Desmoulins?” he asked. “Have you seen him? He’s one of these law-school boys. Never used anything more dangerous than a paper knife.” He shook his head wonderingly.“Where do they come from, these people? They’re virgins. They’ve never been to war. They’ve never been on the huntingfield. They’ve never killed an animal, let alone a man. But they’re such enthusiasts for murder.”

“The only time some fellows are ever seen with their wives is after they’ve been indicted.”

“Nobody worries about kids listeningto thousands, literally thousands, of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery andloss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most;and I don’t know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they’ve beenlistening to the sad songs longer than they’ve been living the unhappy lives.”

“Hearts don’t realize they’ve been lied to. They still love anyway.”

“Those who have never been to the edge and looked over will never understand that it is better to live one day as a lion than a lifetime as a sheep. The ones that been to the edge know that hard times don't last forever, but hard men do.”