Quotes from Louis L'Amour

stood them off with a Spencer fifty-six until they decided they could have more fun somewhere else with less trouble. You don't forget a man like that Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and Mort was a complete stranger to Kilkenny until he rode in there, half-dead.

It was the kind of a country where if you worked with a man and ate his bread, you bought some of his troubles, too.

as they were, and skillful with weapons, they went about where they liked and did as they pleased, approaching the inevitable time when they would cross the wrong man

He spoke softly to the horse, and its ears twitched. It was funny about a horse—how much they would give for gentleness. There was no animal that responded so readily to good treatment, and no other animal would run itself to death for a man—except, occasionally, a dog.

We Sackett boys never killed anything we didn't need to eat unless it was coming at us. A mountain man tries to live with the country instead of against it.

When a man picks up a gun he picks up responsibility. He has a dangerous weapon, and he'd better have coolness and discretion...He'd better have judgment. That other man who wears a gun also has a family, a home, he has hopes, dreams, ambitions. If you're human, you must think of that. Nobody in his right mind takes a human life lightly.

There will be blood, he said quietly, blood and death. You should not have come. Since when was a woman afraid of blood? she asked. The problem is not only Sean's. It is mine also. If there is to be blood, I will share in the letting or the losing of it.

My father had lived through wars and troubles, and it left him with a sense that nothing lasted but what a man made of himself.

Her eyes went again to the man in black. He had removed his hat when he seated himself and she noticed that his hair was black and curly. He was a lean, powerfully built man, probably larger than he looked while seated. Her eyes trailed again to the bandage. "You…you've hurt yourself!" she exclaimed. "Your shoulder!" Embarrassed

Barnabas speaks] I will drink water. Water? But water is not fit for men to drink. For the cattle, for birds and beast, but a man needs ale . . . or wine, if you are a Frenchman. [William answers]

Men distrust strangers, so have a few places where you are known Ã¢â'¬Â¦ but not too well. Not

come between him and at least two of the gunmen, and for a moment she had brought to a halt whatever plans they had. Her red-gold hair blew in the

But in the West few men would risk bothering a woman. It was the one thing the frontier would not accept - Kilkenny

deep blue. She was beautiful, not merely pretty, but there was in her eyes the haughty disdain of a queen reprimanding a clumsy subject.

Ma'am,' I said, 'I'd have liked it, having you for a ma.

There was much talk of sermons, also, and I gathered from this, as well as what Yance had told me, that sermons had much to do with shaping of thinking. There were a stiff-necked, proud folk, not easily persuaded to any course not dictated by conscience, yet conscience could be a poor guide if accompanied by lack of knowledge.

The buzzards were neutral. No matter who won down there, they would win. They had but to wait.

two well-worn volumes by George Borrow, Lavengro and Romany Rye. The two books are an account of Borrow's time among the Gypsies and what he learned there, and I was delighted.

I wished I had a book. It had been so long since I had read. Could a man forget how to read?

Courage and bravery are words too often used, too little considered. It is one thing to speak them, another thing to live them.

You killed Rice Wheeler, he said, the Panhandle gunman. He should have stayed in the Panhandle, I said.

He was still a boy, but there was steel in him. The eyes into which she looked now were cool, but they were eyes strangely mature. "I reckon I'll stay, ma'am. Down where I come from, we don't back water for no man.

Women! He thought, who could ever figure them out? No matter what a man said, he was always in the wrong. There was no logic in them.

There are tides in the affairs of men, tides of restlessness and awareness; there are thin threads of thought that reach out across the distance and, like the threads of a weaver, are drawn together tight.