Lonesome Dove (Lonesome Dove, #1)

by Larry McMurtry

“It’s funny humans take to the daylight so,” he said. “Lots of animals would rather work at night.”

“If you only come face-to-face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it’s bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day—that way they ain’t usually much worse than a dry shave.”

“If you think I’d rather have a haircut than a whore you’re crazy as a June bug,” Jasper said.

“Well, they’ve made history,” Augustus pointed out. “When?” Call asked. “I didn’t notice.” “Why, they’re the first pigs to walk all the way from Texas to Montana,” Augustus said. “That’s quite a feat for a pig.”

“It’s a fine world, though rich in hardships at times,” Augustus said.

“You don’t get the pint, Woodrow,” Augustus said. “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.”

“Woodrow, I wish you’d relax,” Augustus said. “You can’t save me, and it would be a pity if we fought at this stage. I might kill you accidentally and them boys would sit out on the plains and freeze.”

“I wonder what he’d have to say about being dead,” Needle said. “Gus always had something to say about everything.”