Red Sky at Morning Quotes

“I walked her to her door and said good night, while Romeo waited. "I'll see you in the morning," I said, 'when the barking dogs arouse the sleeping tepee village and the smell of roasting coyote is in the air."

"My sisters will prepare me," she said. "I shall come to your wickiup in my white doeskin dress and lose my innocence on your buffalo robe."

"I will give you little ornaments to put in your hair, black as the crow's wing. I will give you red flannel and a looking-glass so that you may groom yourself."

"I'd also like to have a little spending money and a charge account at Wormser's," she said.

"Good night, Maiden Who Walks Like a Duck."

"Good night, Warrior Who Chickens Out at the Least Sign of Trouble.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“Later, still pale and weak-kneed, I told Marcia and Steenie that they didn’t need to help me walk and they let go of my arms and stood back. “A real sport,” Steenie said. “Just threw himself on that horse and hugged him like a brother.” “I didn’t realize until now that we’ve been playing the game wrong all this time,” Marcia said. “It doesn’t mean a thing until you crawl right into the horse.” “I’d throw up some more if I had anything left to throw,” I said.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“... Well, some day i'm going to get in with that wild artistic group. It's the only thing that makes this town different."

"The 'wild artistic group,' as you put it, has an average age of fifty-seven, and most of us have heart disease and bladder trouble...”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“You could drive whole regiments mad with your looks. Picasso is dying to paint you, with two noses and seven eyes.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“It should be against the law to do anything to a pig but chop him up into cubes for carnitas. No ham, no spareribs, no pork chops, no bacon.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“Dad blames it all on his family, who he claims have set records for Scandinavian incompetence since the days of Leif Ericson. While Ericson was discovering Nova Scotia, he says, a dragon boat commanded by one of his own ancestors—they were named Arnulfssen in those days—got lost sailing across the Öresund Strait from Köbenhavn to Malmö, a fifteen-mile stretch of smooth water which could be navigated by a springer spaniel with a mallard in its mouth. He often spoke of Uncle Sven, who couldn’t wave bye-bye until he was eighteen; of his great-grandfather, Gunnar, who was fired from his post of Village Idiot in Viborg because the quality of his work wasn’t high enough; of Aunt Minna, who announced, at the age of twenty-five, that she was tired of speaking Danish because it was “too hard,” and spent the rest of her life not talking at all, just pointing and gesturing and being misunderstood. It seemed”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“It’s a big responsibility, too. Don’t think being a duke is all fun and games. I have to ride out on the estate every day, beat the serfs, deliver babies in the spring, send around baskets of food at Christmas, collect taxes—I tell you, there’s lots of work involved. Sometimes I wish I were one of the common people. Just sit around the cabin laughing and scratching.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“he didn’t hurt them. He dug little holes all over the yard and picked up the ducks in his mouth and put them in the holes. Then he covered them up with mud except for their heads. He did thirteen ducks that way, and was digging a hole for another one when Tony found him. We”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“He went duck hunting one time, and did real well at it. Then Papa bought some ducks, not wild ducks but, you know, farm ducks. And it got Don Carlos all mixed up. Since the ducks were always around the yard with nobody shooting at them he knew he wasn’t supposed to kill them, but he had to do something. So one morning last spring, when the ground was still soft, he took all the ducks and buried them.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“Vicky told me that Don Carlos had tried to bury a turkey, but the ground was frozen too hard for him to dig. Having”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“Steenie, Marcia and I tried to think of a suitable outrage to celebrate the event, and eventually decided on a six-dollar loving cup, splitting the cost three ways. We had “Father of the Year—Buckminster Swenson” engraved on it at Manx’s Jewelry Store, and slipped it into the trophy case alongside Bucky’s other awards for basketball, football and track. Ratoncito”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“The narrator said the man about to come in for interview had tabes dorsalis and general paresis. The doctor sitting at the desk had camera fright, although the narration didn’t mention it.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“Did you know that Marcia was the only girl who ever got kicked out of the Brownies with a Bad Conduct Discharge?” Steenie asked. “She was teaching the other Brownies the words to ‘Roll Me Over in the Clover’ at the Campfire Sing and Weenie Roast.” “For a virgin, I have the worst reputation in town,” she said. “I might as well offer myself to the basketball team.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“Four and four is eight,” John said. “Four and four is eight. Arithmetic hunner’ per cent.” He stuck his tongue out at the doctor and departed.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“You’re both a couple of never minds,” she said. “A couple of whats?” Steenie asked her. “My father doesn’t want me to use the word. He says it’s a sign of a weak vocabulary. But you are. Both of you.” “Are what?” I asked. “Bastards.” Steenie dropped his spoon and looked at her aghast. “Marcia! A word like that coming from your sweet lips! I’m disgusted.” “I’m going to throw up my malt, right here on the table,” I said. “Language like that makes my stomach turn over. Argghhh! I’ll never be the same again; I’ve been in contact with true filth.” Marcia looked solemnly at Steenie and then at me. “Oh, shit,” she said evenly. “That’s my girl.” Steenie said. “Now you’re talking,” I said. “That’s my good old Marcia.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“I took her hand and looked earnestly and, I think, soulfully, into her eyes. “Marcia, we love you. We really do. We think you’re the swellest girl on the block.” Steenie took her other hand. “Nobody can play marbles or get scabs on her knees as well as you,” he said.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning

“I loved your father,” she said. “I don’t mean just love like a good friend. I mean I’d have hopped into bed with him if he’d just winked at me. I was crazy about him.” “Amalie, please don’t talk like that.” “No, I will. I want to tell you. He knew I loved him, and he could have made me feel like a two-dollar, sateen-dress, Bourbon Street whore if he’d laughed at me, but he never did. Nothing ever happened. He”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning