Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.
I think it was the fact that I liked it so much that made the writing just come out of me automatically.
If a farmer calls me to a sick animal, he couldn't care less if I were George Bernard Shaw.
I will write another book if I feel like it.
There was no last animal I treated. When young farm lads started to help me over the gate into a field or a pigpen, to make sure the old fellow wouldn't fall, I started to consider retiring.
It was Sunday morning (one a. m. ), a not unusual time for some farmers, after a late Saturday night, to have a look round their stock and decide to send for the vet.
I became a connoisseur of that nasty thud a manuscript makes when it comes through the letter box.
Medievalism, with its saints and martyrs, its love of self-torture, its wild passion for wounding itself, its gashing with knives, and its whipping with rods - Medievalism is real Christianity, and the medieval Christ is the real Christ.
Jon: Have you seen the wall? | Sam: I'm fat, not blind.
The things that you can't really foresee and that kind of surprise you, and a lot of times they are bad, but other times, they bring something different and new to the table.
God is a fountain flowing into itself.