381 Quotes by Larry McMurtry

Texas is rich in unredeemed dreams.

He sat where he was, on Mouse, in the grip of terrible indecision. He almost wished something would happen – a sudden attack of Mexicans or something. He might be killed, but at least he wouldn’t have to make a choice between disobeying Mr. Gus and disobeying Lorena.

He was just a husband and a salaried man. Choice didn’t play any part in his life.

Wrong theory,” Augustus said. “Talk’s the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough, even death.

And yet death was not something you could ignore. It had its weight. It was a dead man lying upstairs, not a man who was sick. It seemed to her she had better not form the practice of ignoring death. If she tried it, death would find a way to answer back – it would take another of her loved ones, to remind her to respect it.

It doesn’t do to sacrifice for people unless they want you to,” Clara said. “It’s just a waste.

But just let me tell you something, son, a woman’s love is like the morning dew, it’s just as apt to settle on a horse turd as it is on a rose. So you better just get over it.

We mostly quarreled. He wanted what I wouldn’t give. I wanted what he didn’t have.

However, he didn’t have a high opinion of the average man’s ability as a fighter. The majority of men couldn’t fight at all and even most outlaws were the merest amateurs when it came to battle. Few could shoot well, and even fewer had any mind for strategy.