From all old seamy throats of elders, musty books, I've salvaged not a word.

“White pussy is nothin but trouble.”

“I don't believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you …”

“They rode for days through the rain and they rode through rain and hail and rai…”

“A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Will or nill. Any man…”