He sat in the diner and ate a big plate of huevos rancheros and drank coffee and watched the gray fields pass beyond the wet glass and in his new boots and shirt he began to feel better than he’d felt in a long time and the weight on his heart had begun to lift and he repeated what his father had once told him, that sacred money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.

- Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses