Death Without Company Quotes

“The place was packed as we flooded in, all the patrons freezing at the sight of an armed sheriff, two deputies, an Indian, and a construction worker; we probably looked like the Village People.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“...cahoots being a legal term in Wyoming, see cahooting in the first degree, intent to cahoot, and so on.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“I looked over at her; if women knew how good they looked in the dash light of oversized pickup trucks, they'd never get out of them.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“It was the second time that day that I stood looking at a space where a large thing wasn't where it was supposed to be.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“He looked at me. “If I were a creek, I would be where the ground slopes.”

“Right.” Sometimes it was good to have an Indian scout.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“Jesus!"

"Are you hurt?"

"Jesus!"

"Walk down the hallway and come back when you have more vocabulary.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“I thought about Maggie and how passion was a difficult thing to sustain, but that friendship had a pace that could go on forever.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“Some fires can’t bear to dampen and can provide heat even from the distance of time. As”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“The Basquos have an old proverb, ‘a life without friends means death without company.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“If you pull it, use it, if you use it, use it to kill.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“They have a saying, the Basque. That just because the cat has kittens in the oven, it doesn’t make them biscuits.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“I watched as the silver Mercedes without snow tires made its way up Fetterman taking a right on Aspen and thought about a man who had escaped the concentration camps and now drove a German car. The Hun be damned.     I”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“I flattered myself by thinking that, if faced with such a circumstance, I would respond within the letter of the law; but passion is a strange thing, a thing that warps and twists everything with which it comes in contact.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“I didn’t consciously fall asleep; it’s just that the chair was soft and comfortable, the room was dark and warm, and maybe it was the protection of those black eyes that reflected the blinking of the silly lights. Those eyes were not looking into the small darkness outside the double-paned windows; they were looking farther and to a place about which I did not know. There was nothing that would overtake us tonight that those eyes would not see, nothing that would not deal plainly with a king not in his perfect mind. I must have slept longer than I thought. I didn’t remember waking up, and maybe that’s what he had intended by starting to tell me the story while I was asleep. I remember hearing his voice, low and steady, coming from some place far away, “After the war. Her family were Basquos from out on Swayback, Four Brothers.” He paused to take another sip of his bourbon. “My gawd, you should have seen her. I remember lookin’ over the top of Charlie Floyde’s ’39 Dodge when she came out on the porch. Her hair was black and thick like a horse’s mane.” He stopped with the memory; the only other sound in Lucian’s apartment was the scorched-air heating. His two rooms weren’t any different from any of the others in general design, but they had all the style and mass of the Connally ancestral furnishings. I shifted my weight in the overstuffed horsehair chair and waited. “It was summertime, and she had on this little navy blue dress with all the little polka dots. The wind held it against her body.” It took him awhile to get going again. “She was the wildest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my entire life. Hair, teeth . . . We sparked that whole summer before her father tried to break it up in the fall. They wanted to send her away to family, keep us from each other, but it was too late.” I looked at him, and the night in my head seemed darker. “We used to tremble when we touched each other. She had the most beautiful skin I’d ever seen. I would forget from night to night. She wasn’t like American girls; she was quiet. She’d speak if spoken to but only then. Short,”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“Latin, meaning by-stander.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“The rush of information came running in like a waterfall, filling me with the thought that hatred has a poor shelf life but that hope and love can limp along together forever.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“Ha-ho, it is another wonderful day at the Red Pony bar and continual soiree.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“hatred has a poor shelf life but that hope and love can limp along together forever.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“Henry spoke to Dog. “Hinananjin.” Dog went over and sat beside him. It had already been established that the furry brute was conversant in Cheyenne, Shoshone, Arapaho, Crow, and Lakota; English was the language he chose to sometimes ignore.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“Isaac, everything to do with women is foolish and, therefore, absolutely essential.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“had that feeling, not so much that I was falling, but that the world was receding.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“I wondered about all the individuals wandering around out there who were in serious need of the administration of a dreadful ass-kicking and weren’t likely to get it.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“A ver nire aitaren etxea defendituko dut, otsoen kontra.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“Always follow the money; rendering unto Caesar what is his may not be pleasurable, but the records are great.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“that”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“That’s how it worked, though. Motive and opportunity rode along like two out of four apocalyptic equestrians, grinning with their bony death heads at us lesser humans as we fumbled along, refusing to believe the obvious.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company

“Motive and opportunity rode along like two out of four apocalyptic equestrians, grinning with their bony death heads at us lesser humans as we fumbled along, refusing to believe the obvious.”
― Craig Johnson, Death Without Company