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...
Now speech had left her; fear took its place.
My grandmother is old, Famous Shoes said. She may want to tell me a few more stories before she dies.
Me and Call have always liked to get where we started for, even if it don't make a damn bit of sense.
Many white men could not trust things unless they could be explained; and yet the most beautiful things, such as the trackless flight of birds, could never be explained.
Life makes everybody strange, if you keep living long enough,
Jake looked a little more sorrowful as he picked his teeth. Kilt a dentist, he said. A pure accident, but I kilt him....Well, I've always considered dentistry a dangerous profession, Augustus said. Ma...
I’ve seen your father bury many a man, but I never saw him take this kind of pains. Newt
I’m in the mood to travel. Once you boys get settled I may go to China, for all you know.
It's very peculiar, the situations life presents one with, Father Geoff reflected.
It's like I told you last night son. The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight, he added
It's happiness to see you.
It was often that way with women, it seemed. One minute Lorie would be drilling holes in him with her eyes, and the next minute she and Clarie would be combing one another’s hair and singing tunes.
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 seemed to him the highest principle, loyalty. He preferred it to honor. He had never been exactly sure what men meant when they spoke of their honor, though it had been a popular word during the ti...
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 night Lorena tried to sort it out in her mind. She had been hungry so much, tired so much, scared so much, that her mind didn’t work well anymore. Sometimes she would try to remember something...
I think its a sickness to grieve too much for those who never cared a fig for you.
I never met a soul in this world as normal as me.
I don’t know, Goyeto said. This is not a very strong sun.