Quotes About Texas

You may all go to hell, and I'll go to Texas.

Like his adversaries back in Wichita and Dodge, many hailed from Texas. But these weren't drovers intent on a little wild fun. They dealt in cattle, too, but instead of herding them, they stole them. For that they acquired a generic nickname that eventually evolved into a complimentary description, but one that in 1880 was intended as a slur, a means of identifying men so low and violent that no evil act was considered beneath them: Cowboys.

A specifically rural-sounding blues style did not reach a mass audience until 1926, with the first recordings of a blind Texas street singer named Lemon Jefferson.

In South Texas, we understand how vital port security is and we fear the day a weapon of mass destruction could be brought into a U.S. port in a container and cause hundreds of thousands of casualties.

I never travel without my Stetson, but the more I wear it the more I realise that no one wears hats any more. When I was a kid everybody wore hats, especially in Texas, but I get off the plane in Dallas now and I'm the only guy with a hat. It's amazing.

I grew up listening to the Light Crust Doughboys on WBAP.

Neiman-Marcus is one thing, and the Dallas Cowboys are another.

Most Texans think Hanukkah is some sort of duck call.

Something about Texas I'm not proud of is that our state murdered 37 people last year alone.

Escape plan #5: Open an alpaca ranch in Texas, one that requires all blond-haired, brown-eyed, brainy girls to wear sexy cowgirl outfits.

A laconic Texas lawmaker declined to use his considerable influence to intervene in a loud dispute between his colleagues. When asked why not, he said, They're not voting. If they're not voting, they're not passing any laws. If they're not passing any laws, they're not hurting anybody.

Until the end of their lives, these men and women would tell stories about the summer they followed Lyndon Johnson and his Flying Windmill around Texas; as Oliver Knight of the Fort Worth Star-Telegram would write about one trip, "That mad dash from Navasota to Conroe in which I dodged stumps at 70 MPH just to keep up with that contraption will ever be green in my memory.") At the landing site, there would be the brief respite

I have said that Texas is a state of mind, but I think it is more than that. It is a mystique closely approximating a religion.

I just think Texas and that whole Bible Belt section is so, like, corporate. And I don't agree with organized religion in that respect.

before the distinctive sound broke the silence of the blistering Texas afternoon. Turning away from the hundred-year-old stagecoach house, she shielded her eyes against the glare of the June sun. The black pickup sped ominously toward her, dust billowing behind it like a villainous cloak—not at all helping the picture of doom her mind had already conjured up.

I've been thinking." Tapping his booted toes together, he tilted his head on the cushion. "Thinking what?" Looking to the side, she clutched her coat a little tighter. "I've been thinking that being a country doctor might be a rather nice change of pace." The tapping stopped. His body stilled. "What are you saying?" She looked at him. "That I'd go to Texas with you if the offer is still good.

It make any kind of noises?" "What?" "The truck, before it died." "Oh. It sort of went klunk, klunk, klunk, gave one last shudder, then it was gone. You know, it's none of my business, but you could kind of use a new one." "She's a workin' truck." "Well, she ain't really workin'," Abigail said in her best Texas drawl. Wade smirked. "Kick a man while he's down, why don't you.

Sanguine peered down at Bradley's body, and the huge bloody mess that was his chest. "If you still want his heart," he said, "I'm pretty sure I can see it from here. (Death and Texas)

Until Sammy Baugh - pro football in Texas was a one-paragraph story on the third page of the Monday sports section.

You can screw Nevada, Mess with Maine, Leave Hawaii in a puddle of pain. You can beat Virginia till she's down on the floor. But if you fuck with Tex, You'll be on your knees for sure!

Thank you, Target, for depressing us by stocking your store with adorable jackets, sweaters, and boots in August even though it's still a hundred degrees outside and won't even dip into the seventies until November. This seasonal tragedy is not your fault, but we don't need cute knit legwarmers in September. We still need a swimsuit section. Please download a weather app and send it to your buyers. Sincerely, Every Fall-Loving Texan Crying in Her Tank Top at Halloween.

I glanced back at Oren and one of his men- not Eli. This man was older. Oren had called him the team's arctic specialist. Because every Texas billionaire needed an arctic specialist on their security team.

I grew up in Texas, and people love their American-made muscle cars there. I grew up around people who loved cars and took care of cars and my dad's a big car nut, so I learned a little bit about cars - how to love them, most importantly. I think that from the time I could remember, I've always envisioned myself in a vintage muscle car.

Farmers in the United States are also permitted to spray the fruit with a synthetic dye called Citrus Red No. 2. The dye is banned in California but may be used by Texas and Florida growers. It is only permitted for fruit that is going to be peeled and eaten or juiced, not for fruit whose rinds will be "processed" into food or drink. Because fruit sold at the grocery store is assumed to be for eating or juicing, it may be sprayed with the dye—and not always labeled as such.