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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3f48177 | saddlebags | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 4d0f160 | Government got too big--too powerful. Agencies like the IRS had entirely too much power. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 091b503 | horse | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 913c87b | Fitch lay | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 96667a9 | Devon Randle went down the center aisle toward the back of the dining room, where a set of swinging doors opened into the kitchen. An arm's length or so short of the doors, he'd turned hard on his heels, spinning, shucking a pair of six-guns out of the holsters and into his hands. He'd stepped to the side, out of the way of the swinging doors, so no one could surprise him from that direction. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 8bcfa23 | On the ground, where the seat of her britches had been, were the smashed and flattened canine turds, and the patch on her back pocket had left a partial reversed imprint: | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 1768170 | C'mon and let your Uncle Kirby shoot you. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 9eccf6c | You, too, Dog. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 5ccb3ab | Distraction and diversion. It was more than Luke had dared hope for. He planned to make a move no matter what--he had to--come what may at whatever cost to himself. Then Cal and Jed had blundered along, scared witless and thinking only of getting off the street before the shooting started. Their timely interruption broke the concentration of Cort and Devon Randle. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 063566d | Johnstone piles incident on incident, trope on trope, and if something isn't working he keeps on piling. When time itself needs to be brought to a screeching halt, Jay Clute just pulls out his gun and shoots a clock. Because clocks make time, right? In William W. Johnstone's world, why not? | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 5017760 | measure, he put some slugs into a couple men rushing forward, tugging at their guns. They spun as they were hit, crying out and falling | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 7e078c9 | chunks | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 9ce3c99 | get out of the way. Vic dropped the bundle of TNT into the flames as he | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 397fe3b | riddled. Bodine fired through | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 17b4e04 | Those Mormons had sure been bottle slingers! | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 49b1f84 | Help, help, a whole passel of raping, murdering, wild-eyed Apache just broke through my door with mayhem on their minds, slaying in their hearts, and a whole arsenal of tomahawks and assorted deadly blades tucked in their belts | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 18c6460 | presence if he catches up to the others?" Preacher shook his head. "He won't let them" | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 3509c56 | And that new Cadillac she came up in must have cost a bundle. Ten, twelve thousand, at least. Maybe more. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 25960f2 | Janette left, after promising the sheriff she would not try to locate Pat's house until morning. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 5ea092a | No one really knows the cat population in America. Some conservative guesses put it in the millions. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 7d3c9fd | But she didn't. Didn't because she couldn't. None of those people had in any way harmed her or her family. And had she tried to hurt one of them, God would have somehow intervened. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 14d7d89 | I said," Pat repeated, "I'd sure like to fuck you." | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 9619ff6 | A teacher must read. How can a teacher justify not reading? A teacher must love books. You people are making a tragic mistake in your school leadership by placing people who do not read into positions of authority. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 027d0b1 | I been packin' iron for so long that if I don't have one on me somewheres, I walk slant-wise. | western | William W. Johnstone | |
| b70b9b2 | storekeeper. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| d1cb457 | can go for weeks without hearin' the sound of a human voice. And I love it, Melody. I love it. I don't need people the way you do. Hell, I don't even like most people. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 50f4fbb | I can go for weeks without hearin' the sound of a human voice. And I love it, Melody. I love it. I don't need people the way you do. Hell, I don't even like most people. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| a93b532 | And the next time you want to whip somebody, take him out in the swamps, kick the shit out of him, and stuff what's left up under a cypress tree. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 1be2a44 | night | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 454bddf | Fur trade's damn near gone; pilgrims pourin' in over the trails me and all the others opened up. Hate to see it. Why, I seen five white people just last month. Five! Gettin' so's a body can't even be alone no more. | introvert relatable | William W. Johnstone | |
| 33001a0 | son? There'll | William W. Johnstone | ||
| e95da17 | Well, some folks figger as how I'm long dead, even whilst they're talkin' to my face. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| a1d81b6 | got the itch to write, back in the early | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 4617cda | The cat leaped into the front yard, went to the bathroom, then sat on the lawn, | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 0139f66 | It wasn't because | William W. Johnstone | ||
| ff66927 | You are what you are, I am what I am. It's just as simple as that. | William W. Johnstone | ||
| 08989cf | across it.... | William W. Johnstone | ||
| a214344 | Because no one has ever seen a woman behave so wrongly as to ask a man to love her, unless she were more deranged than the next person. I would be a proven fool if I ever spoke a word that would bring me reproach. If he were to learn it from my mouth, I think he would lose esteem for me and lastingly reproach me for having spoken first. May love never stoop so low that I beseech him first since he would then esteem me less. | Chrétien de Troyes | ||
| d9ee0ff | For sorrow to which one gives voice is worth nothing if it does not touch the heart. | Chrétien de Troyes | ||
| 3bf379c | But many have to look on in silence at what distresses them. | Chrétien de Troyes | ||
| 8cd272b | I'd rather be torn limb from limb than have our love remembered like that of Tristan and Isolde, which has become a source of mockery and makes me ashamed to talk of it. I could never agree to lead the life Isolde led. Love was greatly abased in her, for her heart was given entirely to one man, but her body was shared by two; so she spent all her life without refusing either. Her love was contrary to reason, but my love will always be const.. | Chrétien de Troyes | ||
| eb1b5b3 | veais precisado a combatir con algun caballero, acordaos de lo que ahora os quiero decir y rogar: si vos lo venceis, de modo que el ya no pueda defenderse de vos ni oponerseos y se vea obligado a ponerse en vuestra merced, pensad en tenerle merced y a pesar de ello no lo mateis. | Chrétien de Troyes | ||
| 7b70a22 | You who are wise in the ways of Love, who faithfully adhere to the customs and usages of his court and have never violated his injunctions no matter what the consequences, tell me: is it possible to behold the object of one's love without trembling and growing pale? Should someone doubt me in this, I can easily refute his argument: for whoever does not grow pale and tremble, and does not lose sense and memory, is only out to steal what does.. | Chrétien de Troyes | ||
| e86eb6c | One often desires a blessing which turns out to be a curse. Chretien de Troyes--Yvain, or The Knight with the Lion T | Katia Fox |