“I found Spotted Tail’s lodge. He invited me to enter.”

It was because of my great interest in the West, and my belief that its development would be assisted by the interest I could awaken in others, that I decided to bring the West to the East through the medium of the Wild West Show.

Springfield has always had a place in my heart.

I had the best buffalo horse that ever made a track.

My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

I thought I was benefiting the Indians as well as the government, by taking them all over the United States, and giving them a correct idea of the customs, life, etc., of the pale faces, so that when they returned to their people they could make known all they had seen.

The Indians were well mounted and felt proud and elated because they had been made United States soldiers.

Wild Bill was a strange character. In person he was about six feet and one inch in height. He was a Plains-man in every sense of the word.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.

Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.

My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.

On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.

I like to cook Puerto Rican food. That’s what I grew up on: rice, beans, meat, some Italian-American food. I know my way around the kitchen.

When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.

We used to have a lot of fun. We never had any problems. We always ate. The fact that we didn’t have steak? Who had steak?

You just feel a little odd when you don’t get your kind of food. Fortunately, there are Indian restaurants all over the world.

Most things, except agriculture, can wait.

I work hard. I focus on myself and putting food on my dinner table before anything else. I don’t worry about other artists. Worrying about the next person in a negative way is the wrong way to be.

Do your squats, eat your vegetables, wear red lipstick, and don’t let boys be mean to you.

A time will come when instead of shepherds feeding the sheep, the church will have clowns entertaining the goats.