The older the violin, the sweeter the music.
People got opinions, that's all they've got.
It was as if his whole life had suddenly lodged in his throat, a raw bite he could neither spit out nor swallow.
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 you set up reading the Good Book all night-spoken by Woodrow Call
I suppose she's just dying of living--that's the one infection that strikes us all down, sooner or later.
I hate rude behavior in a man,' he explained in his quiet, unassuming drawl. 'I won't tolerate it.' He politely tipped his hat, and rode away.
I don’t know anything about babies, he said. No, and you’ve never lived any place but Arkansas, Clara said. But you ain’t stupid and you ain’t nailed down. You can live other places and you can learn...
He didn’t tell Newt all he knew. He didn’t tell him that even when life seemed easy, it kept on getting harder.
During the day he had not trusted enough, and had worn himself out with pointless scurryings.
Death and worse happened on the plains.
Captain McCrae was wanting to know the answer to questions that had no answer.
But, as with people, some plants were completely useless.
The whole point of loyalty was not to change: stick with those who stuck with you.
Now there was a crack, a kind of canyon, between the Woodrow Call sitting with Teresa on the train and the Woodrow Call who had made the campfire that morning and saddled his horse. The crack was perm...
Maude Jones, had killed herself with a shotgun one morning, leaving a note which merely said, 'Can't stand listening to this wind no more.
It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live. ~spoken by Augustus McCrae
In fact, July felt he had reached a point in his life where virtually nothing was known.
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 don’t think you ever wanted to be happy anyway. It don’t suit you, so you managed to avoid it.