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Sometimes one of his glasses was full, sometimes both.

Cotton grew, fruit grew, oil gushed a year and dried. Before it dried Fitz put in a year as a gaffer, made good money and found his girl. A girl who had thought herself rough enough. / Cotton failed, fruit failed – oil had spoiled the soil. It became a country of a single crop, and the crop was dust. Fifteen years of it did the girl in, feeling she'd had enough of oil.

For I never knowingly harmed a fellow creature unless he got in my way. I never took unfair advantage unless it profited me. Can you really leave so lovely a turtle to die?

Now the trouble with turtles is that they believe all things come to him who will but struggle. There's always room at the top for one more, they think.

Without hesitation Dove chose the nowhere road. For that was the only place, in his heart of hearts, that he really wanted to go.

And nothing mattered, it seemed in that moment, but that this woman should sleep on, and never know that the wind was blowing out the lights.

Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never eat at a place called Mom's. Never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own.

Life is hard by the yard, son. But you don't have to do it by the yard. By the inch it's a cinch. And money can't buy everything. For example: poverty.

I aced it till one of my fluffs heard a radio broadcast 'n sent me a lawyer. That was when my real troubles begun.

He owed so much time here and there that even were he to serve it concurrently, he was sure to die owing at least fifty years. They'd never be able to collect.