Western Quotes

“India itself cannot be viewed only as a bundle of the old and the new, accidentally and uncomfortably pieced together, an artificial construct without a natural unity. Nor is she just a repository of quaint, fashionable accessories to Western lifestyles; nor a junior partner in a global capitalist world. India is its own distinct and unified civilization with a proven ability to manage profound differences, engage creatively with various cultures, religions and philosophies, and peacefully integrate many diverse streams of humanity.”
― Rajiv Malhotra, Being Different: An Indian Challenge to Western Universalism

“Burial is just another recipe”
― C Pam Zhang, How Much of These Hills Is Gold

“He had lived a man's life, and now it was at an end, and what had he to show for it? Two horses and a few fixin's and a letter of credit for three hundred and forty-three dollars. That was all, unless you counted the way he had felt about living and the fun he had had while time ran along unnoticed. It had been rich doings, except that he wondered at the last, seeing everything behind him and nothing ahead. It was strange about time: it slipped under a man like quiet water, soft and unheeded but taking a part of him with every drop - a little quickness of the muscles, a little sharpness of the eye, a little of his youngness, until by and by he found it had taken the best of him almost unbeknownst. He wanted to fight it then, to hold it back, to catch what had been borne away. It wasn't that he minded going under, it wasn't that he was afraid to die and rot and forget and be forgotten; it was that things were lost to him more and more - the happy feeling, the strong doing, the fresh taste for things like drink and women and danger, the friends he had fought and funned with, the notion that each new day would be better than the last, good as the last one was. A man's later life was all a long losing, of friends and fun and hope, until at last time took the mite that was left of him and so closed the score.”
― A.B. Guthrie Jr., The Big Sky

“She knew even before his lips brushed hers, that he was going to kiss her - and she was going to let him.”
― B.J. Daniels, Ambush Before Sunrise

“Sleep apnea is a plague in the western world.”
― Steven Magee

“The trouble with the nations of the West is that they are young, fickle, foolish and wealthy.”
― Swami Vivekananda, OUR WOMEN

“The Jacksonian consensus was powerful. It unleashed market capitalism by stealing Indian property and celebrated a minimal state, even as it increased the capacity of that state to push the frontier forward. During the first half of the nineteenth century, until Abraham Lincoln's election in 1860, a series of Jackson's successors continued to unite slavers and settlers under a banner of freedom defined as freedom from restraint—freedom from restraints on slaving, freedom from restraints on dispossessing, freedom from restraints on moving west.”
― Greg Grandin, The End of the Myth: From the Frontier to the Border Wall in the Mind of America

“Shane was looking down the road and on to the open plain and the horse was obeying the silent command of the reins. He was riding away and I knew that no word or thought could hold him. The big horse, patient and powerful, was already settling into the steady pace that had brought him into our valley, and the two, the man and the horse, were a single dark shape in the road as they passed beyond the reach of the light from the windows”
― Jack Schaefer, Shane

“In a quick moment, Cole was in front of her. Simply there. He leaned in, their breath mingling. His warm lips touched hers lightly, and he kissed her. 


His scent was that of the pine forest, the air and the land around them, and it dazzled her. His strength, his determination to treat her exactly the way she wanted to be treated, ever-changing as it was—dazzled her more.”
― Susan Saxx, A Real Man: The First Miracle

“The real tragedy of life was that whiskey didn’t even burn anymore. Made me shake my head sometimes, but I still drank it because I liked the taste.”
― Dave Matthes, Mercy

“Let's hang the turd, called an ugly thug from the gallery...”
― Cormac McCarthy

“I'm not going to apologize for kissing you. I've wanted to since the first time I laid eyes on you. Only back then, I was just a boy.”
― B.J. Daniels, Ambush Before Sunrise

“The characters of the two families was inspired by the Vigeland"s Park, the Viking ships and museums in Oslo, Norway. The two books BATTLE AXE RANCH and TEMPERED BY FATE are emotional stories with many twists and turns. Set in the 1960's, the families struggle against the rugged Rockies with the grizzlies, wolves, and coyotes. The story is a page turner.”
― JMC North, Tempered by Fate

“I held the money in my hand. I couldn't reckon its weight against the man left behind.”
― John Larison, Whiskey When We're Dry

“The Borges fascinated by gangsters and hoodlums is hardly read in the States. Beyond, perhaps, “Death and the Compass,” Borges’s obsession with outlaws (from Billy the Kid to New York hoodlums) tends to be overlooked. It is also vastly ignored that this is his first link to the United States—it is through crooks and murderers that he
initially addresses the North American tradition. And it is thanks to these lowlifes that we get detectives, and it is thanks to them that we arrive at the art of suspicion that makes stories like “The Lottery in Babylon” possible. It is thanks to these criminals that Borges arrives at the semiotic anxiety that leads to the conception of the world as a text. These thugs and crooks are, then, in a way the humble source of some of the lofty metaphysical speculations
that American readers seem to love most in Borges.”
― Hernán Díaz, Borges, Between History and Eternity

“Western governments are behaving like there is no upper limit to wireless radiation exposure of the masses.”
― Steven Magee

“What did I think of him? I, who'd worked with him hand-in-glove longer than all the rest, and who knew him better than anyone -- including Mrs. Blackthorne? He was a first-class son of a bitch. But how many men have you known who were first in their class at anything?”
― Loren D. Estleman, Wild Justice

“Los Angeles nailed down his second up Oregon way. A minor player, Princess of the Siskyous or something, lanky tall white girl answering to Sally Rue. The Wizard of Los Angeles pricked up when she started making her name, strapped up his big snort of a horse and rode it all the way from Alamagordo where he’d fucked and then detonated the brain-stem of Abbot of New Mexico with a one lightning kiss.

Come on now. Don’t make a face. I told you it wasn’t a pretty thing, when these kids count off their paces.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Shoot-Out at Burnt Corn Ranch Over the Bride of the World

“The truly haunting Other is not what lies outside the text but what lies outside the picturesque garden of the Western world.”
― Robin Evans, The Projective Cast: Architecture and Its Three Geometries

“She finally reached them, and bestowed a careful smile on him. “Up and at ‘em early this morning, Cowboy?” Her statement sounded normal but he caught the double meaning in her eyes.


After you launched me to the moon and back, more than once, in the early hours of the morning? You actually got the energy?
”
― Susan Saxx, A Real Man: The Last Miracle

“But the winds are stirring.
Clouds are rushing in, and darkness rides the earth.

And when the storm comes, furious, fast, and violent…
will those in its eye, when the pieces fall…

…be left standing?”
― Susan Saxx, A Real Man: The First Miracle

“There is a world removed from the one that birthed me. It is a world unlike the one in which I grew and was molded. It is the real world," he told the dog, who twitched its ears. "And it is full only of ignorance and evil.”
― James Wade, All Things Left Wild

“If there were an unusual number of 'typos' (typographical errors) in their work--well, the lurking fear of a Winchester slug in the back might account for many mistakes.”
― Jo Ann Schmitt, Fighting Editors

“The reading population of Arizona is small, and the expense of publication great. It is not, therefore, with very bright prospects of pecuniary return that we begin our labors. --Edward E. Cross, "The Weekly Arizonian," March 3, 1859”
― Jo Ann Schmitt, Fighting Editors

“It is always easier to die, simply to give up, to surrender and let the pain die with you. To fight is to keep pain alive, even to intensify it. And this requires courage for which i had only admiration.”
― Louis Lamour

“I don't know why your ma named you Mercy. There ain't a merciful bone in your body.”
― Michelle McLean, Hitched to the Gunslinger

“I am too mediocre to be now at Oxford (Apeejay House) and on going at India's best site in Publishing Interview of Authors.”
― Rituparna Ray Chaudhuri, Realization (Documents Based on Self-Scholarly Effects with Google Scholar Citations.): William Shakespeare, Rabindranath Tagore and John Keats: On Selected Works of the Legends.

“I knew a man once who said it was all foolishness – that if you want to kill a man, why, kill him. Shoot him down from behind in the dark if you want to kill him. But don’t make a game with rules out of it.
But he doesn’t understand. It is not that at all, for you don’t want to kill a man. It is only the rules that matter. It is holding strict to the rules that counts.”
Blaisedell let his chair down suddenly, and the legs cracked upon the floor; he leaned forward with his face intent and strained, and Gannon felt the full force of his eyes. “Hold to them like you are walking on eggs,” he said. “So you know yourself you have played it fair and as best you could. As right as you could.”
― Oakley Hall, Warlock

“The cowboy’s face turned a bright shade of red. Whether it was from the booze or not, Clay couldn’t tell. He puffed out his chest, like a game bird ready to warn off a rival. “Now, I can tell you ain’t from around here and I don’t know how it’s done with your lot.

Otherwise, you’d have known who you were speaking to. In Fairpoint, the polite thing to do is accept a man’s offer when he goes out of his way to buy you a drink. It sounds like you’re saying you’re too good for us, old timer. I reckon the way you were staring makes me think you’ve got a problem.”

The other men took that as their cue to edge closer. If he wanted to, Clay could’ve tried to defuse the situation. The cowboy’s arrogance stirred a primal urge within him, a need for violence made sharper by the alcohol in his system.

“I’m speaking to a nobody in some godsforsaken town in the ass end of the world. There’s nothing good about me, boy. So, do yourself a favour and walk away. Or you and the rest of them peckerwoods will be picking your teeth up off the floor.”
― Jamie Ryder, At the Dead of Dusk

“Jo, having watched the conversion in silence, her face caught between awe and curiosity, fidgeted when she saw Itsano scrutinising her. “Sorry. I don’t mean to stare. I ain’t met anyone like you before.”

“I am something of a rare breed in these parts. My ancestors shared a similar look when they saw your people for the first time. We thought you just as ugly.” Itsano winked to show he took no offense.”
― Jamie Ryder, At the Dead of Dusk