Jim Wilson: Cops have no friends. Nobody likes a cop. On either side of the law. Nobody. Captain Brawley: Is that what you wa...nt? People to like you? Then you're in the wrong business and you ought to get out. Jim Wilson: It's the only job I know. Has been for eleven years now. Captain Brawley: Then make up your mind to be a cop. Not a gangster with a badge.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Wilson adventured for the whole of the human race. Not as a servant, but as a champion. So pure was this motive, so unflecked with... anything that his worst enemies could find, except the mildest and most excusable, a personal vanity, practically the minimum to be human, that in a sense his adventure is that of humanity itself. In Wilson, the whole of mankind breaks camp, sets out from home and wrestles with the universe and its gods.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The early twenties when we drank wood alcohol and every day in every way grew better and better, and there was a first abortive sh...ortening of the skirts, and girls all looked alike in sweater dresses, and people you didn't want to know said "Yes, we have no bananas," and it seemed only a question of a few years before the older people would step aside and let the world be run by those who saw things as they were--and it all seems rosy and romantic to us who were young then, because we will never feel quite so intensely about our surroundings any more.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
it was older sure than this year's cutting, Or even last year's or the year's before.... The wood was gray and the bark warping off it And the pile somewhat sunken. Clematis Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
'Yesterday I saw God. What did he look like? Well, in the afternoon I climbed up a ladder--he as a cheap cabin in the... country, like Monroe, NY the chicken farms in the wood. He was a lonely old man with a white beard.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You sang far better than you knew; the songs That for your listeners' hungry hearts sufficed... Still live,--but more than this to you belongs: You sang a race from wood and stone to Christ.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Elena de la Madriaga: Ladies and gentleman, it seems like if the only embarrassment here tonight is my presence, if the truth will... quiet your unspoken questions, I give it gladly. For five years, I was the woman of the Comanche Stone Calf. He treated me like a wife. The work was hard, the scoldings frequent. And occasionally he beat me. I did not bear him any children. I know that many of you regard me as a degraded woman. Degraded by the touch of a savage Comanche, by having had to live as one of them. You said, why did I not kill myself. I did not. Why, I, I can't. Guthrie McCabe: Well I as hell can. She didn't kill herself because her religion forbids it. You know sometimes it takes a lot more courage to live than it does to die.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jesus: Senor, the widow Gomez delivered a son this morning, a boy. Guthrie McCabe: Bully for the widow Gomez.... Jesus: But Senor, it has been more than a year ago since Senor Antonio Gomez has been buried in the church house. McCabe: Well, there's some men y'a just can't trust to stay where you put 'em.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »