Quotes from Larry McMurtry

What if I hit the man?" Newt said. "That's his worry," Call said. "Not letting him ride away is your worry." They

Of course Gus was a great blabber, but his blabbing wasn't really like the chattering the other sports did. He was just full of opinion, which he freely poured out, as much for his own amusement as for anything.

Though Roscoe had been hopeful of staying the night, he was beginning to lose his inclination. Louisa Brooks was almost as scary as wild pigs, in his view.

I said we oughta get married," Louisa said loudly. "What I like about you is you're quiet. Jim talked every second that he didn't have a whiskey bottle in his mouth. I got tired of listening. Also, you're skinny. If you don't last, you'll be easy to bury. I've buried enough husbands to take such things into account. What do you say?

I don't sing about myself," Campo said. "I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. The songs don't belong to me." "Well, you sing them, who do they belong to?" Pea asked. "They belong to those who hear them," Po said.

I don't know," Goyeto said. "This is not a very strong sun.

I figured out something, Lorie," he said. "I figured out why you and me get along so well. You know more than you say and I say more than I know.

though his day-to-day responsibilities had constantly shrunk over the last ten years, life did not seem easier. It just seemed smaller and a good deal more dull. Call

Though a Kickapoo, the man had respect for the old ways. 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.

It's a fine world, though rich in hardships at times," Augustus said.

I've seen your father bury many a man, but I never saw him take this kind of pains." Newt

Pea had just sense enough to fear Comanches—that didn't require an abundance of sense. Mexican bandits did not impress him.

They were just men, and they left money, not memories.

The thought cross his mind that he ought to have married her and not gone rambling. If he had, he wouldn't be in such a fix. But he felt little fear; just an overpowering fatigue. Life had slipped out of line. It was unfair, it was too bad, but he couldn't find the energy to fight it any longer.

It ain't dying I'm talking about, it's living," Augustus said. "I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.

Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills. The hills stayed as they were. You could go to them, if you had the means, but they extended no greeting.

He was embarked, at the time, on a book sighing—I insist, sighing, not signing, though he's pretty adept at that too.

The truth was, most plans did fail, to one degree or another, for one reason or another. He had survived as a Ranger because he was quick to respond to what he had actually found, not because his planning was infallible. In

I didn't know people had that much blood in them," Gus said. "I thought we was mostly bone inside." Call didn't admit it, but he had the same belief; but from what he had seen that morning, it seemed that people were really just sacks of blood with legs and arms stuck on them.

If one stopped to think about it, it was depressing how little most men learned in their lifetimes. Pea Eye was a prime example. 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.

I wouldn't mind to die if I could just do it warm.

Since sport was what he had been brooding

also many of them were, to Augustus's way of thinking, excessively pious. Some kept no liquor in their houses at all, and, on several occasions when he had been invited in for a meal, the grace was said at such length that he had all but lost his appetite before anyone was allowed to eat.

things which seemed impossible often weren't. They only became so if one thought about them too much so that fear took over.