Ain’t no good ever comes of it, if you ain’t steering yourself.

Was like the Green Man said, some you got to put to the bullet. Some to the tongue. Often the latter, with me. But some, you just got to put behind you.

No. Some you put to the bullet. Some to the tongue. Reckon we’ll have to see, yet, which way this is going to turn.

Jeb didn’t say nothing. Didn’t smile none, neither. Didn’t even move except for the color running right out of him.

Ain’t nothing scarier than someone with nothing.

Targets come big, he said. Time comes small.