“It said that a lot of people, when they die, they see this light. Like in a tunnel. They say it’s the light leadin’ you to heaven.”

My mama always told me never put off till tomorrow people you can kill today.

Shooting at a man who is returning the compliment means going into action with the greatest speed of which a man’s muscles are capable, but mentally unflustered by an urge to hurry or the need for complicated nervous and muscular actions which trick shooting involves.

You take on a job, you finish it. Any man who can’t be depended on steady, ain’t worth the trouble of having around.

There’s no normal life there’s just life. Now get on with it.

Dave Rudabaugh is an ignorant scoundrel! I disapprove of his very existence.

The most important lesson I learned was that the winner of a gunplay usually was the one who took his time.

Nothing counts so much as blood. The rest are just strangers.

Destiny is that which we are drawn towards and fate is that which we run into.

You’d be doing me a favor if you called me Wyatt or Earp, but not both.”

Mister, I’ve been in a really bad mood for the last few years, so I’d appreciate it if you’d just leave me alone.

You gonna do somethin’? or are you just gonna stand there and bleed?

That nothing’s so sacred as honor and nothing’s so loyal as love.”

I have nothing left, nothing to give you, I have no pride, no dignity, no money, I don’t even know how we’ll make a living, but I promise I’ll love you the rest of your life.

Fast is fine, but accuracy is final. In a gun fight. You need to take your time in a hurry.

Look at all the stars. You look up and you think, ‘God made all this and he remembered to make a little speck like me’. It’s kind of flattering, really.

No wise man ever took a handgun to a gunfight.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

When I’m dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.

I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.