“When Daniel Boone goes by at nightThe phantom deer ariseAnd all lost, wild AmericaIs burning in their eyes.”

“When the last moonshiner buys his radio,And the last, lost, wild-rabbit of a girlIs civilized with a mail-order dress,Something will pass that was AmericanAnd all the movies will not bring it back.”

“Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.”

“Of all the Christbitten places in the two hemispheres, (Los Angeles) is the last curly kink in the pig's tail.”

“It's time to walk to the cider millThrough air like apple wine,And watch the moon rise over the hill,stinging and hard and fine.It's time to bury your seed pods deepAnd let them wait and be warm.It's time to sleep the heavy sleepThat does not wake for the storm.”

“We haven’t met… I’m Kori Daniels. If you don’t get that gun out of my face, I’m gonna take it, then I’m gonna break your jaw so I can unhinge it and shove your pistol down your throat. That way the bullet goes through the long way.”

“it isn’t healthy, how wrapped up they are in each other. Relationships like that burn bright, but when they burn out, they leave everyone blistered.”