He didn’t understand why women had such a need to question. He himself preferred just to let life happen, and act when opportunity arose.
Deets slapped his leg and laughed, the thought was so funny. When the rest of the outfit finally wondered down from the house they found the two of them grinning back and forth at one another.Look at...
Anyway, whacking a surly bartender ain't much of a crime.
Afterwards the members of the little war party felt fine. Torturing whites was a splendid way to spend the afternoon.
A good title can save a book,
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.
You’re the only man I know whose brain don’t work unless it’s in the shade.
You ought to take more chances, I said. I took too many earlier, she said. I'm sorry.
You better introduce yourself before you start talking Latin.
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 woman had won. In the end, it seemed they always did.
The sensible way, which he had pursued once or twice in his life, had always proved boring, usually within a few days.
The level of civilization in Texas definitely wasn't very high if the old man was an example of it.
Of course, children were endless work. They came when you didn't want them and had needs you didn't always want to meet. Worst of all they died no matter how much you loved them. The death of her own...
In the last year or two he had not only grown indifferent to company, he had begun to find it irritating.
If you only come face-to-face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it’s bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day—that way they ain’t usually much worse than a dry shave.
His habit had been to go and meet whatever needed to be met, not to wait idly for what might approach.
He was just a husband and a salaried man. Choice didn’t play any part in his life.
He himself had once been a man of firm opinion, but now it seemed to him that he knew almost nothing, whereas the words Clara flung at him were hard as rocks.
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...