Quotes from Larry McMurtry

They sorry," Deets said. "Saying won't change it. He's gone, don't worry about him. He's gone to the peaceful place." He put his hand

It was something, what must go through men's mind where women were concerned, to cause them to behave so strangely.

You probably drink too much. If you hand me that bottle, I'll reduce your temptations. --Augustus Gus McCrae

It feels silly to kiss a smile. At best you just sort of bump teeth.

He himself had once been a man of firm opinion, but now it seemed to him that he knew almost nothing, whereas the words Clara flung at him were hard as rocks.

I was just doodling at the typewriter

Famous Shoes knew the young ranger was scared. Nothing was easier to detect in a man than fear. It showed even in the way he fumbled with his cup while drinking coffee; and it was normal that he would be afraid. He didn't know where he was

But as far as trusting the general run of men, there was no need, since she had no intention of ever expecting anything from one of them again.

It was a quiet day in Tombstone.

A good title can save a book

was not old enough to understand the need to go back to a place where things were simple. He had no happiness in his face, the young ranger; perhaps he had never had a place where things were simple, a place he could think about when he needed to remember happiness. Perhaps the young ranger had been unlucky—he might have no good place or good time to remember.

When we finish up with this planet the insects will take over. You may not think it, seeing all this fair land, but the days of the human race are numbered. The insects are waiting their turn.

it seemed he had to be talking every waking minute as a means of holding his own fears in balance.

Life ain't for sissies, as Augustus might have said.

I needed a man," Call replied. "I was hoping he might turn out to be a fighter." "No, he's just a jailer," Billy said.

I can summon no wonder for what lies between Dallas and Washington. The south is memories, memories — it cannot help believing that yesterday was better than tomorrow can possibly be. Some of the memories are extraordinarily well packaged, it is true, but when a place has been reduced in its own estimation no amount of artful packaging can hide the gloom.

If he didn't like the way she did things, he was free to do them different—but he never did them different. He just fussed at her.

At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be so painful?

The level of civilization in Texas definitely wasn't very high if the old man was an example of it.

They had a sweety-sweet picture of Jesus over the choir booths that I didn't like at all. Jesus looked like he was a Boy Scout, waiting to get his twenty-first merit badge from the head Scout Master.

The vast plain was beautiful, but it had reduced Pea Eye to a scarred wreck.

He behaved like the old ones behaved; the old ones, too, would go to any lengths to learn some useful fact about the animals or the birds. They would figure that someone might need to know those facts; they themselves might not need to, but their children might, or their grandchildren might.

I'll be a little riled if I end up being the one to die in the line of duty, because this ain't my duty and it ain't yours, either. This is just fortune hunting." "Well, we wasn't finding one

Not too many men, in his experience, had achieved a great thing, even one. Very few ever achieved more than one, he knew.