It was inconsiderate, she thought, how blandly people mentioned the future in the sick rooms. Phrases like next summer were always popping out; people made such assumptions about their own continuity.

You don't get the pint, Woodrow, I've walked the earth in my pride all these years. If that's lost, then let the rest be lost with it. There's certain things my vanity won't abide.

I suppose you set up reading the Good Book all night-spoken by Woodrow Call

Part of the trick of being happy is a refusal to allow oneself to become too nostalgic for the heady triumphs of one's youth.

Who asked them dern pigs?” he said. “I guess they tracked us,” Augustus said. “They’re enterprising pigs.

They don't know it, but the wrath of the Lord is about to descend upon them.

You don't look strong enough to trouble nobody around here.... We grow our own troubles--it would be a novelty to have some we ain't already used to.

You know Deets is like me - he's not one to quit on a garment just because it's got a little age - spoken by Augustus McCrae

By the time the shade had reached the river, Augustus would have mellowed with the evening and be ready for some intelligent conversation, which usually involved talking to himself.

I don't see how being married could be any worse than listening to you talk for twenty years, but that still ain't much of a recommendation for it.

The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters

Uva uvum vivendo varia fit

Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity--they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits. The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.

A man who wouldn't cheat for a poke don't want one bad enough. --Augustus "Gus" McCrae

There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.

The reason men are so awful is because some woman has spoiled them.

From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.

I hate rude behavior in a man,' he explained in his quiet, unassuming drawl. 'I won't tolerate it.' He politely tipped his hat, and rode away.

But just let me tell you something, son, a woman's love is like the morning dew, it's just as apt to settle on a horse turd as it is on a rose. So you better just get over it.

Nobody run off with her,” Roscoe said. "She just run off with herself, I guess.

Anyway, whacking a surly bartender ain't much of a crime.

Maybe you can make art out of unredeemed pain, but only if you're a genius -- Dostoyevsky perhaps.

The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight.

I think its a sickness to grieve too much for those who never cared a fig for you.