Dern, I hate cooking with shit. -- Augustus McCrae to Lorena Wood

You ought to take more chances," I said. "I took too many earlier," she said. "I'm sorry.

Death and worse happened on the plains.

. . . 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 crimes the law can understand are not the worst crimes.

I'd hate to read all these books...that much reading could put your eyes out.

He knew what he could certainly do, and what he might do if he was lucky, and what he couldn’t do barring a miracle.

It’s a fine world, though rich in hardships at times,” Augustus said.

In fact, July felt he had reached a point in his life where virtually nothing was known.

Talk's the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough, even death.

There seem to be no way he could stop anything that was happening, although it all felt wrong.

Do you know what it means to be heartbroken?...It means your heart isn't whole, so you can't really do anything wholeheartedly.

Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at.

I pride myself on being able to put up with a lot,” Nellie said. “But bagpipers are pretty much my limit.

No half measures,” he muttered several times. It was his personal motto; he intended to have it latinised and put on a crest.

Well, boys," Long Bill said. "I guess here's where I quit rangering. It's rare sport, but it ain't quite safe.

I don’t claim to know much: cards, fucking, and dentistry about covers it,” Doc said.

Jake, you’re a dern grasshopper,” Augustus said. “You ride in yesterday talking Montana, and today you’re talking California.

A man that will go along with six killings is making his escape a little slow.

Figure the reason you don’t have much to say is you probably never met a man who liked to hear a woman talk.

Of all the women he knew, she had meant the most; and was the one person in his life he felt he had missed, in some ways.

Once started, love couldn't easily be stopped.

He loved the way she smelled in the mornings; he liked to sniff at her shoulders or her throat.

It's very peculiar, the situations life presents one with, Father Geoff reflected.

She had a beautiful face, a beautiful body, but also a distance in her such as he had never met a woman.

It seemed to him harder, as he got older, to find a simple way of life.

Nothing good ever comes without a price.

It doesn’t do to sacrifice for people unless they want you to,” Clara said. “It’s just a waste.

He liked to get off by himself, a mile or so from camp, and listen to the country, not the men.

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.

The whole point of loyalty was not to change: stick with those who stuck with you.

He might die, but at least he could fight first, and not simply pass his days shaking at the expectation of slaughter.

Henpecked, the great Wyatt Earp,” Cody said. “You evidently don’t know Jessie,” Wyatt said. “If she’s in one of her tempers she’d put a hyena to flight ...

Such is the life and death of a good cowboy.

It’s his dern laziness,” Call said. “Jake just kind of drifts. Any wind can blow him.

You’re like a starving person whose stomach is shrunk up from not having any food. You’re shrunk up from not wanting nothing.

People got opinions, that's all they've got.

His feet were swollen to twice their size, besides being cut here and there. Yet they were the only feet he had, and after dozing for an hour in the sun, he got up and hobbled on.

But then July accepted it and never scolded back, so perhaps that was the way of the world: women scolded, and men kept quiet and stayed out of the way as much as possible.