Quotes About Cowboy

I thought about telling him the truth: 'Oh, nothing. Just having my soul exorcised so I can roam around purgatory, looking for the ghost of the dead cowboy who used to live in my bedroom.

Clinton admired Zatko's cowboy boots, hoisted his own snakeskins onto his desk, and disclosed that he owned boots made of every mammal on the planet. ("Don't tell the liberals," he whispered.)

I used to wear this cowboy outfit. I wouldn't take off. It was ridiculous. My mum was like, 'You've got to take that off sometime,' and I was like, 'No way, this is it.' It was the '70s - it was turquoise and yellow, really psychedelic colors. I wanted to be a psychedelic cowboy.

In the United States, you can put on a cowboy hat and join the country-western neighborhood. If you're down below 14th Street in New York City, that's bohemian; that's left-wing.

I had done my first picture and I didn't have anything to do for awhile. I was asked to come back to New York and do Bus Stop in the role of the cowboy opposite Kim Stanley.

My dad grew up in western Nebraska. I'd visit all the time as a kid, and it's very much like the Wild West. It felt to me like a cowboy movie. Stuff like that made me become this dreamer at a young age.

As a very young man growing up in Texas, usually I got a shotgun or cowboy boots for Christmas.

The trick of this thing and the beauty of this thing is that it's a cowboy movie first and then stuff happens. Even after stuff happens it doesn't change - it hasn't suddenly changed into another kind of movie. It's still a cowboy movie. And that's what's incredible about it because nobody has done that before, that's new territory.

I actually don't think there is machismo in America, unless it's the cowboy type - the silent, smoking brooder.

Inside every cowboy there's a lady who'd love to slip out.

The gunshots awakened Mr. Ullman, a banker by trade and a recent arrival from Copenhagen, who looked out the bedroom window just in time to see a tremendous bull galloping across his yard with a thrashing young American impaled on its rack. Mr. Ullman quickly telephoned the police and informed them, as urgently as his newly-acquired English would allow, that an 'unlucky cowboy is being perforated seriously.

I have horses, I drive a truck, and I wear cowboy boots. First I'm a Texan.

I'm a cowboy. I wear a hat. I drive a 4x4 Silverado diesel truck. I've got a farm.

When in Texas, do as the Texans do: Drive trucks, wear cowboy boots, and two-step!

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, and I'm wanted (want-ed...!) dead or alive.

When I'm not doing solo shows, I'm performing with my cowboy band Los Pacaminos - we play the kind of music you'd hear in Tarantino films.

You aren't a nice cowboy. Are you going to break my heart so bad that I have to write a country song about it?

Her head started spinning, thinking about a date with Rhett O'Donnell. I need to go fishing and clear my mind, she thought. I've always been in love with Tanner, and now Rhett is in the picture. I had trouble handling one secret cowboy. Two is one cowboy too many.

Last month, I didn't even have the prospect of a relationship. Now I've got one cowboy too many, she said.

Oh, hush! You've already said you aren't the settling type. You can't have wings and roots both, cowboy.

I heard through the Verdie grapevine yesterday that the sexy cowboy who lives in this house likes gingersnaps. Sexy? One dark eyebrow shot up. That's according to the grapevine, she said. I kind of like the grapevine then.

about them anymore or the cowboy I'm about to marry. And Finn

Deke met them on the porch and led the way into the house. Taller than the Dawson brothers, he was every bit as handsome with thick brown hair that he wore long enough to be sexy, hazel eyes, and broad shoulders. Women tended to flock to him like a moth to a burning candle. But taming Deke would be harder than training a Dawson cowboy to the halter. He was full of tough cowboy charm, and it would take a special woman to rope him and get him aimed toward the altar.

Bess frowned, bit her lip, and managed to get a noose twirling. Then plop—it dropped over the head of her own horse! Tex gave a piercing whistle. George and Nancy burst into laughter while the "steer" helped blushing Bess to dismount. "Never mind," said Nancy. "You didn't want to be a cowboy, anyway!