Hell on Wheels Quotes

“I swear, sometimes talking to you is like trying to converse with a tree. A very big, very solid, very male tree.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Holy secret tunnels, Batman!”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“You underestimated me again. We'll have to work on that.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Call me Ozzie, doll,” he called back. He hunched over the keyboard like a starving man hunches over a plate of food. “And there’s no need to conceal my weapons. I figure everyone should see what’s in store for them should they attempt to fuck with me.”“
Oh man.” Dan groaned and rolled his eyes. “Next thing you know he’ll be coming to work shirtless with bandoliers strapped across his chest and a red bandana tied around his head.”
“Ah, so you have seen a movie or two.” Ozzie swiveled in his chair, his eyes sparkling with devilish glee. “Rambo, huh? I can give you Rambo.” He lowered his voice. “‘They drew first blood. Not me…’”
“What a crock of bullsh—uh, crap.” Dan scoffed.
“Are you sitting there dissing Stallone?” Ozzie demanded, making like he was about to stand in defense of the Italian Stallion.
“No. I’m sitting here dissing you, you stu—”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Funny. The woman was funny. Add that up with cute as a button, smart as a tack, and surprisingly tough underneath that cupcake exterior, and Frank understood why Ghost went all Cro-Magnon around her.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Maybe it had something to do with that extra X chromosome. Something about having a uterus and a set of ovaries just made a person intrinsically more curious and infinitely more nosy.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“You just make me so...mad sometimes.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Woman, I've loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“I love you. And I don't care if you don't love me, because you will. Besides, you need me, whether you know it or not.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“It doesn't matter, Nate. The answer will always be the same...yes.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“...except for one last thing...Ghost, Nate, brother of my heart, I'm gonna need you to watch over Ali. Just...make sure she's all right, okay?”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Yes, damn you! Yes, that's why I always keep you at arms length.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“She did a mental z-snap and channeled her inner badass.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Oh, Ali.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Living in the past is victimization. Living in the future is manipulation. Live in the present…”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Sometimes God giveth and then he just keeps on giveth-ing.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Was it against the law to vomit in the Oval Office?”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Wow, put the girl through a couple of days of high-level stress, dress her in black leather and give her a gun, and suddenly she went all Xena: Warrior Princess.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Sweet lovin' Lord. This place was like a Cabela's catalog on crack”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Sugar. He'd taken to calling her that. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered or irritated. She certainly didn't feel like sugar, not today. Today, she felt far too...unmoored to be something as fine and delicate as sugar.

Syrup, maybe. All messy and sticky and slow moving.

Yeah, she could probably go along with being called syrup.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“He spared a glance at her distressed face and knew it to be a mistake instantly.

He was momentarily arrested because...man, six feet away she was pretty.

Up close like this? Total gut-shot.

Of course, having just seen all of her unmentionables didn't help matters. Unmentionables?

Whoever came up with that ridiculous term? Underwear that fantastic deserved to be mentioned on a regular basis.

Shit, he wasn't going to think about her underwear. which, of course, only made him wonder what color she had on under those tight, distressed jeans and that thin T-shirt. Pink? Her outfit was pink. Women often matched their underwear to their outfits. At least that's been his experience. So...probably pink.

Holy shit! He was not going to think about her underwear!”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“So where do you want me?" she finally asked in order to fill the stifling silence.

Something blazed in his eyes for a second, a quick flash that brightened the ebony of his impassive gaze. Then whatever it was disappeared so fast she was left wondering if she'd really seen anything at all.

Nah, she decided, surely not, because that would mean she fired some emotion in him, and as far as she knew, the man was a complete cyborg.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“I love you, Nathan Douglas Weller.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“I can't stand his rejection again? Not when I need him so much.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Dirty Dancing? How can you never have seen Dirty Dancing? It’s a classic!” “Yeah,” Dan snorted, “a classic piece of shit.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Sweet lovin’ Lord. The place was like a Cabela’s catalog on crack. Ali”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“In war, there are no unwounded soldiers. —Jose Narosky”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“I, uh…that is to say, I guess we should talk about…what I mean is…um, do you…would you…” Dear Lord, he was such an asshole. When it really mattered, he couldn’t seem to voice the question.
“Would I what, Nate? Do that again? Need you even ask?” She chuckled, hooking an ankle behind his ass and swirling her hips.
“No. I mean, yes.” He rolled his pelvis forward because the feel of her around him…Jesus. It was unlike anything. But that wasn’t what he was trying to say. “Ali, would you…”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“He grinned and, like always, the sight left her breathless.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels

“Uh-huh. Now Ali was beginning to get the picture. Riding backseat on a bike like Phantom was better than Mr. Blue any day. Not to mention the highly erotic act of wrapping one's legs around the man you loved.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Hell on Wheels