“No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps, and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenements districts.... That was the kind of tree it was. It liked poor people.”
“All I'd wanted to be when I grew up was yours.”
“Are you really a Texan? I mean, really? Riley, if I have a headache,I'd put bacon around an aspirin before I take it.”
“...the hair...that frizzy nest which grew outwards, horizontal like a wind-blown tree in an Italianate painting.”
“If green carpet grew on trees instead of leaves, I’d pick off a few cats—with my rifle.”