Quotes About Saloon

the authors he has himself discovered are his own exclusive territory, like the saloon compartment of a special train.

Declining to go to church with my parents in the morning, I would ostentatiously set out for the Monist Society in the afternoon, down an obscure street which it seemed a little improper to be walking on, as everything was closed for Sunday, upstairs through a sort of side entrance over a saloon.

Necessity, they say, is the mother of invention, but fear too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions. Nice little saloon, isn't it I said, as if noticing it for the first time. At noon I gave no orders for change of course, and the mates whiskers grew much concerned and seemed to be offering themselves to my unduly notice.

They were dining-saloon stewards, indulging in the time-honored pastime of all stewards off duty--they were gossiping about their passengers." 

the north and south ends, there wasn't much to Bridger's Wells: Arthur Davies' general store, the land and mining claims office, Canby's saloon, the long, sagging Bridger Inn, with its double-decker porch, and the Union Church, square and bare as a New England meeting house, and set out on the west edge of town, as if it wanted to get as far from the other church as it could without being left alone.

San Francisco in 1890 might have seemed barely more saloon-sodden than that, reporting one for every 96 residents—but this was a measure only of the city's 3,000 licensed establishments, while less restrictive estimates threw in an additional 2,000 unlicensed places.

Loneliness is my curse---our species' curse---it's the gun that shoots the bullets that make us dance on a saloon floor and humiliate ourselves in front of strangers.

This sheriff goes into a saloon and says, "I'm lookin' for a cowboy wearing a brown paper vest and brown paper pants.' He waited a beat, making sure Sara was listening. 'The bartender says, "What's he wanted for?" And the sheriff says, "Rustling.

those working men who, before prohibition, could not resist the lure of the saloon on the way home Saturday night

I never considered acting while growing up. I just knew I didn't want to go into the saloon business: I wanted to get away from Kenosha. And once I left, never, ever did it cross my mind to go back. I went to college and thought I'd study law.

Mary Lou Buckman and I sat in the first booth, and I, mindful of Wild Bill Hickok, sat facing the door.

I've always been a big Western fan.

I've always loved a good Western.

He had ridden his horse into the saloon on a dare from a whore – his practice was always to accept dares; it spiced life up a little.

It was basically a legal version of the sheriff standing out in front of the saloon in the Old West and saying, 'Let's form a posse and go get these guys.

A saloon car has to be fast and comfortable and refined, and all of this stuff costs millions of pounds to develop. An SUV just needs to be big and full of buttons. That costs 8p.

I love Westerns!

I want to do a western. Nobody does westerns anymore.

I tell you that the curse of God Almighty is on the saloon.

Frenna did a big business all day long. The murder was the one subject of conversation. Little parties were made up in his saloon—parties of twos and threes—to go over and have a look at the outside of the junk shop. Heise was the most important man the length and breadth of Polk Street; almost invariably he accompanied these parties, telling again and again of the part he had played in the affair.

of the horses tethered to the hitching rack was real, the other a fairly believable robot sim. "You can tell when they crap," said a bearded old-timer who was leaning next to the saloon's louvered swinging doors. "Which is real, you mean?" "Yup." He winked at Zack, returned his attention to rolling a cigarette. "See, you can fake a horse pretty easy. But faking horseshit is a real challenge. Somewheres in there is maybe a moral.

My father ran a saloon in Kenosha, Wis., which is just about as rough a living as I can think of. It was brutal; it scared the hell out of me. I was so petrified all the while I was a child, I didn't know what I was doing half the time.

Literature and film in my opinion are like saloons where bottles have no labels. I want to taste each one myself and figure out which is what. If I'm denied this by labelling, then my entertainment is considerably lessened.

He couldn't jeopardize the saloon because of some silly infatuation with an outlaw. Even one as beautiful as Mariah Ayers.