Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills. The hills stayed as they were. You could go to them, if you had the means, but they extended no greeting.
It is sometimes the minor, not the major, characters in a novel who hold the author's affection longest. It may be that one loses affection for the major characters because they suck off so much energ...
I suppose she's just dying of living--that's the one infection that strikes us all down, sooner or later.
Don’t be reviling yourself. None of us is such fine judges of what to do.
If we know anything about man, it's that he's not pacific. The temptation to butcher anyone considered undesirable seems to be a common temptation, not always resisted.
They sorry, Deets said. Saying won’t change it. He’s gone, don’t worry about him. He’s gone to the peaceful place. He put his hand
They probably think the sun won't come up unless you're there to allow it.
There was no degree of competence that would assure anyone of survival, and no scale that would tell a commander which man would live and which man would die.
In fact, July felt he had reached a point in his life where virtually nothing was known.
Ikey had passed his seventieth year and considered anyone under fifty to be callow, at best.
If you’re planning on dying today I hope you dig your grave first.
If you want one thing too much it’s likely to be a disappointment. The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things, like soft beds and buttermilk
I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live. Call
I don’t sing about myself. I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don’t belong to me . . . They belong to those who hear them.
He might die, but at least he could fight first, and not simply pass his days shaking at the expectation of slaughter.
Great readers (are) those who know early that there is never going to be time to read all there is to read, but do their darnedest anyway.
A man who wouldn't cheat for a poke don't want one bad enough. --Augustus Gus McCrae
Young things mainly belong to themselves. How they grow up depends on who gets attached to them.
You know more than you say and I say more than I know. That means we’re a perfect match, as long as we don’t hang around one another more than an hour at a stretch.
What if I hit the man? Newt said. That’s his worry, Call said. Not letting him ride away is your worry. They