“Aim for the high mark and you will hit it. No, not the first time, not the second time and maybe not the third. But keep on aiming and keep on shooting for only practice will make you perfect. Finally you’ll hit the bull’s-eye of success.”

I ain’t afraid to love a man.

A crowned queen was never treated with more reverence than I was by those whole-souled western boys, And for seventeen long years I was just their little sister, sharing both their news of joy and sorrow from home.

Even in the best and most peacefully civilized countries many occasions arise when a woman versed in the knowledge and use of fire arms may find that information and skill of great importance.

After traveling through fourteen foreign countries and appearing before all the royalty and nobility I have only one wish today. That is that when my eyes are closed in death that they will bury me back in that quiet little farm land where I was born.

Clearly, society has a tremendous stake in insisting on a woman’s natural fitness for the career of mother: the alternatives are all too expensive.

[On Sitting Bull] The contents of his pockets were often emptied into the hands of small, ragged little boys, nor could he understand how so much wealth should go brushing by, unmindful of the poor.

Aim at a high mark and you will hit it.

Being a good mother does not call for the same qualities as being a good housewife; a dedication to keeping children clean and tidy may override an interest in their separate development as individuals.

I ain’t afraid to love a man. I ain’t afraid to shoot him either.

Any woman who does not thoroughly enjoy tramping across the country on a clear frosty morning with a good gun and a pair of dogs does not know how to enjoy life.

Any woman who does not thoroughly enjoy tramping across the country on a clear frosty morning with a good gun and a pair of dogs does not know how to enjoy life.

Families are nothing other than the idolatry of duty.

There are always women who will take men on their own terms. If I were a man I wouldn’t bother to change while there are women like that around.

Housework is work directly opposed to the possibility of human self-actualization.

For me, sitting still is harder than any kind of work.

God intended women to be outside as well as men, and they do not know what they are missing when they stay cooped up in the house.

… photography, like all camera-made images such as film and video, effaces the marks of its making (and maker) at the click of a shutter. A photograph appears to be self-generated – as though it had created itself.

The world is constantly changing. You’re constantly learning and you have to be willing to get off your mark

You just came wild and sexy all over my hand and even left some claw marks on my back to prove it. Don’t go getting shy on me now. ‘Cause baby, before the night is over you will be naked in my bed.

Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.

The mark of an educated man is the ability to make a reasoned guess on the basis of insufficient information.

Hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside.

I know the Gospel according to Mark better than I know any sura in the Quran.

I marked their location in case Kell wanted to blow them up or something.” “I don’t have to blow up everything I see. I just like to.