Woe to Live On Quotes

“This new spot for life might be but a short journey as a winged creature covers it, that is often said, but, oh, Lord, as you know, I had not the wings, and it is a hot, hard ride by road.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“The bodies draped down through the leaves like rancid baubles in the locks of a horrible harlot.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“So much death and no coffee to be had.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“babies don't know anything but nipples and lullabies. they splash out looks of wonder on anybody whether they merit it or not.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“I was not much used to women except for mothers. Everything I did, they did different.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“In the morning we shed our blue sheep’s clothing. Our border shirts came out of satchels and onto our backs. We preferred this means of dress for it was more flatout and honest. The shirts were large with pistol pockets, and usually colored red or dun. Many had been embroidered with ornate stitching by loving women some were blessed enough to have. Mine was plain, but well broken in. I can think of no more chilling a sight than that of myself all astride my big bay horse with six or eight pistols dangling from my saddle, my rebel locks aloft on the breeze and a whoopish yell on my lips. When my awful costume was multiplied by that of my comrades, we stopped feint hearts just by our mode of dread stylishness.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“The pain was shrill enough, but the idea of a finger of mine twitching about, lost in chicken-pecked dust, was more terrible.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“babies don't know anything but nipples and lullabies.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“I was borrowing confidence on credit from faith.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“The reverend sacked out on the floor where Holt and me had been sleeping. The man had several pistols on him, as he was aware that the Lord works in mysterious ways and some of them require the blasting of others.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“Dumb and bold things are best accomplished drunk, we figured, so we went deep into the popskull.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“Hope, I was learning, is a hardy comrade but not too trustworthy. It wouldn’t do to count on him.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“This must always be admitted of us—for desperate dash and cruelty we were unbettered men.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“On this day I saw a three-legged buck, with battered antlers and worn fur, drag off through the woods. The proud stag lived on but, crippled up and worn, he would soon feed other beasts.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“Manners won’t cost you a thing,” Asa said. “But they may gain you plenty.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“If all meals were pecan pie, you’d yearn for a cold potato.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On

“The universe sometimes makes war seem a mere chigger in comparison, but that is in no way soothing to one who has the itch.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Woe to Live On