Legends of the Fall

by Jim Harrison

Everyone wishes a measure of mystery in their life that they have done nothing in particular to deserve.

I decided not to doubt it as it seems to me that doubt is often an example of self-pity, a kind of whining about existence. Poor pitiful me, and that rot.

Some of our strangest actions are also our most deeply characteristic: secret desires remain weak fantasies unless they pervade a will strong enough to carry them out.