Captain McCrae was wanting to know the answer to questions that had no answer.
Afterwards the members of the little war party felt fine. Torturing whites was a splendid way to spend the afternoon.
By the end of the week, all the cowboys along the river knew that the only sporting woman in Lonesome Dove had abruptly given up the sport.
By far my most popular novel, and one that allows me to join the small company of respectable writers whose fiction deals with the American West: Cormac McCarthy, Walter Van Tilburg Clark, Tom Lee and...
Without risk there was no power, not for a grown man.
Well, I got to admit I still like a fight, Augustus said. They sharpen the wits. The only other thing that does that is talking to women, which is usually more dangerous.
Wantin' takes too much time...I'd rather be working.
There was a period when he wanted to go back, when it would have been nice to sit with Maggie a few minutes and watch her fiddle with her hair. But he chose the river, and his solitude, thinking that...
The level of civilization in Texas definitely wasn't very high if the old man was an example of it.
Razzy was insulting me silently somehow.
Por que siempre ha sido propio el amor que después de los besos vengan los suspiros.
Po Campo had given him a hailstone dipped in molasses and he sat licking it and feeling alternately happy and sad while the men got dressed and prepared to be cowboys again.
Not too many men, in his experience, had achieved a great thing, even one. Very few ever achieved more than one, he knew.
My main skills are talking and cooking biscuits, Augustus said. And getting drunk on the porch. I’ve probably slipped a little on the biscuits in the last few days, and I’ve lost the porch, but I can...
I’d like to see you think the roof back on that barn, Call said.
It’s a fine world, though rich in hardships at times, Augustus said.
It was as if his whole life had suddenly lodged in his throat, a raw bite he could neither spit out nor swallow.
It didn’t do to ignore men. The majority of them were harmless, with nothing worse than a low capacity to irritate—they were worse than chiggers but not as bad as bedbugs, in her view.
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
Is growin' up always miserable? Sonny asked. Nobody seems to enjoy it much. Oh, it ain't necessarily misearble, Sam replied. About eighty percent of the time, I guess. They were silent again, Sam the...