All the fatt’s in the fire.

I’m a semi-literate farmer and hired killer. I ain’t in the power game.

Men are born, and then they’re formed.

I’m many things, most of ’em bad. But a man of political principles? No.

It’s wanting that gets so many folks in trouble.

Through danger safety comes – through trouble rest.

My side ain’t chosen. My side was given.

I rode in a gang. We robbed trains, banks, held people ransom. We killed people we didn’t like. Bill Williamson was in that gang. If I don’t capture my former brother-in-arms, great harm will befall my family.

Don’t be too eager to grow up. It ain’t as much fun as it looks.

You couldn’t shoot a fart out of your own ass!