It's happiness to see you.
It was only the thought that Deets was still knowing him, somehow, that kept him from feeling totally alone.
It was a great annoyance to Billy that because of a long shit and a short nap he had lost his horse. But that was the truth of it and there was nothing he could do but limp along.
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 Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
In the last year or two he had not only grown indifferent to company, he had begun to find it irritating.
His habit had been to go and meet whatever needed to be met, not to wait idly for what might approach.
He wondered if all men felt such disappointment when thinking of themselves. He didn’t know.
He was just a husband and a salaried man. Choice didn’t play any part in his life.
Give Call a grievance, however silly, and he would save it like money.
Earlier in his life he had done many foolish things in order to convince himself that he was not worthless
Could any woman live every day with that level of masculinity?
No matter how well he worked. It was a little discouraging: the harder he tried to please the Captain, the less the Captain seemed to be pleased.
Losing weight. When we finish eating this horse I
He had learned in his years of tracking Indians that things which seemed impossible often weren’t.
He had learned in his years of tracking Indians that things which seemed impossible often weren’t. They only became so if one thought about them too much so that fear took over. The thing to do was go...
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.
When Famous Shoes finished his song he noticed that the young white man was asleep. During the day he had not trusted enough, and had worn himself out with pointless scurryings. Perhaps even then the...
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.
This is a damn useless conversation. Goodbye. (Charles Goodnight to Woodrow Call)