The reason men are so awful is because some woman has spoiled them. Larry McMurtry More Quotes by Larry McMurtry More Quotes From Larry McMurtry I remember that the single most vicious letter I ever read was the letter Hemingway wrote Scribners when they asked him to give a blurb for From Here to Eternity. It's there, in the Selected Letters for all to read, an example of a once great writer at his very worst. I doubt that he ever forgave Scribners for publishing James Jones in the first place. War, as Hemingway saw it, belonged to him. Larry McMurtry doubt giving war A man that will go along with six killings is making his escape a little slow. Larry McMurtry six littles men The older the violin, the sweeter the music. Larry McMurtry dove violin aging Part of the trick of being happy is a refusal to allow oneself to become too nostalgic for the heady triumphs of one's youth. Larry McMurtry triumph youth contentment Listening to women ain't the fashion in this part of the country. Larry McMurtry fashion listening country Americans don't want cowboys to be gay. Larry McMurtry cowboy gay want Death and worse happened on the plains. Larry McMurtry happened I once owned a collection of 77 novels that won the Pulitzer. The only good novel of the bunch was The Grapes of Wrath. Larry McMurtry grapes wrath bunch The tradition I was born into was essentially nomadic, a herdsmen tradition, following animals across the earth. The bookshops are a form of ranching; instead of herding cattle, I herd books. Writing is a form of herding, too; I herd words into little paragraph-like clusters. Larry McMurtry writing animal book Nobody run off with her,” Roscoe said. "She just run off with herself, I guess. Larry McMurtry said running If I had a mind to rent pigs, I'd be mighty upset. A man that likes to rent pigs won't be stopped. Larry McMurtry upset pigs men He had known several men who blew their heads off, and he had pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men. Larry McMurtry moon sky men Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at. Larry McMurtry windy plenty In times of crisis human beings don't have it in them to be rational. Larry McMurtry times-of-crisis rational humans They say money kinda melts when you take it across a border. Larry McMurtry borders travel Books can accommodate the proximity of computers but it doesn't seem to work the other way around. Computers now literally drive out books from the place that should, by definition, be books' own home: the library. Larry McMurtry library home book WHEN AUGUSTUS CAME OUT on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake—not a very big one. It had probably just been crawling around looking for shade when it ran into the pigs. They were having a fine tug-of-war with it, and its rattling days were over. Larry McMurtry blue pigs war Most young dealers of the Silicon Chip Era regard a reference library as merely a waste of space. Old Timers on the West Coast seem to retain a fondness for reference books that goes beyond the practical. Everything there is to know about a given volume may be only a click away, but there are still a few of us who'd rather have the book than the click. A bookman's love of books is a love of books, not merely of the information in them. Larry McMurtry library space book Working- and Middle-class families sat down at the dinner table every night - the shared meal was the touchstone of good manners. Indeed, that dinner table was the one time when we were all together, every day: parents, grandparents, children, siblings. Rudeness between siblings, or a failure to observe the etiquette of passing dishes to one another, accompanied by "please" and "thank you," was the training ground of behavior, the place where manners began. Larry McMurtry sibling night children Through my college years, topping that ridge had always given me a great sense of being home, but time had diminished the emotion and I had begun to suspect that home was less a place than an empty page. Larry McMurtry college home years