Quotes from Craig Johnson

Craig Johnson is not what you might expect . . . and yet he is everything you might expect. He is a man of letters and a man of his word. A laureate with a lariat, if you will. In short, Craig is the spring that feeds the very deep well that is Walt Longmire.

That is the difference between us—I believe in everything until proven, whereas you believe in nothing until proven." I

I keep it in there as a reminder and to keep temptation at hand. Temptation out of reach does you no good.

nature hates a vacuum and strange things are drawn into empty places; sometimes oddities survive where nothing else can.

Be careful what you say and who you say it in front of in this place, every ear is guaranteed to have a running mouth.

Somewhere in the distance, the synchronic circles of our pasts had tripped a domino, and the steady whirr had grown till it now drowned with the roar of contingency

trust is like a broken mirror, you may still see yourself, but you can never dismiss the crack.

If you're looking at the weather, it's shitty, with a chance of shittier.

stood at the door zipping, buttoning, fastening; it's what people in Wyoming do before they go outside in late December.

don't care how big they are, boys; they can't do anything if you get 'em up off the ground.

It had stickers on the bumper to proclaim every ill-considered political opinion that had ever crossed Turk's apolitical mind.

Walt, we need to go over a few things." This had an ominous tone to it. "There was a time when this particular lifestyle had its place, the grieving widower valiantly sallying forth through a sea of depression and cardboard. This gave way to the eccentric lawman era, but now, Walt my friend, you are just a slob." I

She was classic Wyoming, that indiscriminate age between thirty and a hundred where the women find a comfort for themselves and just settle in.

The older I get, the more I think I look like a Muppet. Cady vehemently disagrees with this assessment, but she's fighting her own battle with this particular gene puddle.

If no one remembered them, were they ever really here?

all her mother's pains and benefits . . .'" She faltered, and I continued the Shakespeare for her. "'To laughter and contempt, that she may feel / How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is / To have a thankless child.

Between the thermals, downdrafts, and quirky winds, I wasn't sure how anybody kept the things aloft except with a liberal application of positive thought.

In my limited experience, women dreaded male statements that ended with "then you've got another think coming." It usually meant there was a lot more coming, but in this case there wasn't.

no space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunity misused. 

I have gotten to the age where I try and let other people solve their own problems." "What age is that, anyway?

You keep going, and you hope for the best, and sometimes, maybe not very often, your hopes come true.

Whenever anyone argues with you about something, just tell them it is foretold—usually works.

It all came down to judging—if you were a good judge of the man in front of you, you might survive; if not, then you were the honored dead.

I was exercising by doing twelve-ounce curls in an attempt to balance my electrolytes.