I suppose you set up reading the Good Book all night-spoken by Woodrow Call
I suppose you set up reading the Good Book all night-spoken by Woodrow Call
If I had a mind to rent pigs, I'd be mighty upset. A man that likes to rent pigs won't be stopped.
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-and feisty gentlemen.
I'm glad I've been wrong enough to keep in practice. . . You can't avoid it, you've got to learn to handle it. 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.
It's a fine world, though rich in hardships at times.
It's like I told you last night son. The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight, he added
Anyway, whacking a surly bartender ain't much of a crime.
Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity--they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits. The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.
But, if one cuts more deeply, the lonesome dove is Newt, a lonely teenager who is the unacknowledged son of Captain Call and a kindly whore named Maggie, who is now dead. So the central theme of the novel is not the stocking of Montana but unacknowledged paternity. All of the Hat Creek Outfit, including particularly Augustus McCrae, want Call to accept the boy as his son.
The older the violin, the sweeter the music.
By the time the shade had reached the river, Augustus would have mellowed with the evening and be ready for some intelligent conversation, which usually involved talking to himself.
Though loyal and able and brave, Pea had never displayed the slightest ability to learn from his experience, though his experience was considerable. Time and again he would walk up on the wrong side of a horse that was known to kick, and then look surprised when he got kicked.
Death and worse happened on the plains.
WHEN AUGUSTUS CAME OUT on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake-not a very big one. It had probably just been crawling around looking for shade when it ran into the pigs. They were having a fine tug-of-war with it, and its rattling days were over.
Dern, I hate cooking with shit. -- Augustus McCrae to Lorena Wood
You know Deets is like me - he's not one to quit on a garment just because it's got a little age - spoken by Augustus McCrae
For most of the hours of the day-and most of the months of the year-the sun had the town trapped deep in dust, far out in the chaparral flats, a heaven for snakes and horned toads, roadrunners and stinging lizards, but a hell for pigs and Tennesseans.
From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.
He had known several men who blew their heads off, and he had pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them over the low feelings that came to all men.
He sat where he was, on Mouse, in the grip of terrible indecision. He almost wished something would happen-a sudden attack of Mexicans or something. He might be killed, but at least he wouldn't have to make a choice between disobeying Mr. Gus and disobeying Lorena.
I never met a soul in this world as normal as me.
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