Craig Johnson Quotes

That was the beauty of horse stealing, though - you could always ride your stolen property.

I should protect and cherish the young, the old, and the infirm, because at some point I would be all of these things before my own journey ended.

Our society, our culture, and our humanity depend on never crossing certain lines,

The problem with anger is that once it burns out, you're left with empty tanks.

Her fingers were cool, and her palms were strangely devoid of any lines, as if her life was yet to be determined.

Revolution is the industry of young men.

Interested, just for

As your trusted Indian scout, it is important for me to warn you that you are now on perilously thin ice

Philadelphia, where no good deed goes unpunished . . . - STEVE LOPEZ The Philadelphia Inquirer January 15, 1995

It all came down to judging - if you were a good judge of the man in front of you, you might survive; if not, then you were the honored dead.

I had warned her that lawyers shouldn't marry other lawyers, that it only led to imbecile paralegals.

I'd say the depths of his stupidity have yet to be plumbed, and yours is comin' up fast on the inside turn.

Jesus!"

"Are you hurt?"

"Jesus!"

"Walk down the hallway and come back when you have more vocabulary.

As we started to turn and walk out, the big and easy Samoan reached over and touched Henry's shoulder, the arm attached having powered the biker's head into the drywall of the Rapid City Regional Hospital. "I know you?"

The Bear smiled the one-crease-at-the-corner-of-his-mouth smile. "Momentarily.

A beautiful, intelligent woman with a body like Salome and a mouth like a saltwater crocodile.

Artists are always good for conversation, so long as you want to talk about their art.

Maybe he was what Lucian would have turned out to be if the old sheriff hadn't have lived in such interesting times. A couple of years in a Japanese prison camp might be just what Turk needed. But I didn't have a bridge over the river Kwai for him to build so we had to settle for Powder Junction.

I think insanity runs in the family. Hell, it practically gallops.

Like some strange little religion all its own, the one thing that makes the whole system work is the one thing that it robs you of - faith.

I saw me every day, and I wasn't so sure I was that fond of my company.

Reports of missing persons have increased sixfold in the last twenty-five years, from roughly 150,000 in 1980 to 900,000 this year . . . More than 2,000 a day.

Hey, I try and have an open container with me no matter what state I'm in." She

Don't care how big they are, boys; they can't do anything if you get 'em up off the ground.

Nobody makes an emotional bulletproof vest, so you just have to carry the shrapnel around with you.

Craig Johnson is not what you might expect . . . and yet he is everything you might expect. He is a man of letters and a man of his word. A laureate with a lariat, if you will. In short, Craig is the spring that feeds the very deep well that is Walt Longmire.

He's dead, Walt. Like you always say, 'Buried in a shallow grave and shit off a cliff by a coyote.

Dog's ears went up at the word "ham": they say dogs have a vocabulary of about twenty words, and I was pretty sure that seventeen of Dog's were ham.

I was exercising by doing twelve-ounce curls in an attempt to balance my electrolytes.

Looking at the piles around us - they were like literary land mines just waiting to explode minds.

Your father is why you don't allow guns in the house?" "I just don't like them. It seems to me that no matter what they always lead to bad things. My opinion is that produced for their specific purpose, they are inherently bad." We stared at each other for a moment, then she continued, "I know that they are a necessary evil in your line of work, but I don't allow necessary evils in my home.

Writing is a solitary pursuit and I think you have to be partially at peace with yourself, but it's the other part that's usually producing the stuff worth reading.

The old cowboy Hershel, "You know what they say about a horse bein' only afraid of two things?"
Walt, "What's that?"
Hershel, "Things that move and things that don't

nature hates a vacuum and strange things are drawn into empty places; sometimes oddities survive where nothing else can.

pattern that looked like

Aristotle said that some minds are not vases to be filled, but fires to be lit.

Indian Alzheimer's" - where you forget everything but the grudges.

We are finite beings; how can we understand the infinite?

The Reading Terminal Market on 12th and Arch was created in 1892 when the Reading Railroad opened markets below the elevated tracks of the new train shed. It had consistently housed an undetermined amount of aromas since then by creating a gastronomic bazaar conveniently located at street level.

I don't know what the exact physical dynamics are that cause a shower curtain to attach itself to your body when you turn on the water but, since my shower was surrounded on all sides by curtains, I turned on the water and became a vinyl, vacuum-sealed sheriff burrito.

Seeing her again was like unearthing an emotional library card with a lot of overdues.

It was a two-gallon Styrofoam cooler - one of the cheap ones that you can pick up at any service station in the summer season and then listen to it squeak to the point of homicidal dementia.

Henry figured that the reason the Cheyenne had always ridden Appaloosas into battle was because by the time the men got there, they were so angry with the horses they were ready to kill everything.

I don't trust people who don't like animals. Hell, animals are the finest people I know.

I've always been taught that religion is supposed to be a comfort to people, not a threat. I think these people have perverted something that's supposed to be holy and turned it into a weapon.

She was classic Wyoming, that indiscriminate age between thirty and a hundred where the women find a comfort for themselves and just settle in.

Last word from her was that Paris, half of Omar's money, and none of him was suiting her just fine." She

Stay calm, have courage, and watch for signs.

because I wanted to

Little known fact: offensive tackles score higher on the Wonderlic than any other position.

If there's a character type I despise, it's the all-capable, all-knowing, physically perfect protagonist. My idea of hell would be to be trapped in a four-hundred page, first-person, first-tense, running monologue with a character like that. I think writers who produce characters along those lines should graduate from high school and move on.

there was something

All the important promises are about leaving or not leaving.

Sons, they have their own plans, but a daughter or granddaughter, they will love you forever and take care of you in your old age.

Look . . ." I dreaded female statements that started with "look." In my limited experience, there was nowhere to hide after they were made.

It's never about who's the fastest, strongest, toughest - it's always about who, when everyone else would pause, will commit.

holding it secure, sort of. I held out the posters and slid them through the opening. "I thought you might want these." She took them and then placed her face closer to the opening - I could see that she'd been crying. "They took my stapler." "Yep, well . . . You have to have a concealed/carry permit for those things here in Wyoming." She smiled. "I nailed him, didn't I?" "Stapled him, to be exact. Don't feel so bad about it. I did something like that in Vietnam once.

My home skills were just short of negligible ... p. 13

He looked at me. "If I were a creek, I would be where the ground slopes."
"Right." Sometimes it was good to have an Indian scout.

Lonnie smiled and nodded as Herbert repocketed the cutter and produced a chopped-down, brass Zippo lighter, the one that he had carried in the seventies in Vietnam. St. Peter leaned down to the Crow woman and asked her if she had anything she wanted to say, and she told him that to her, there

In my life, I have been kicked by horses and bitten by them. I've been stepped on, crushed against gates, and thrown to the ground, but I have also been nuzzled, rubbed against, carried by, nickered at, and warmed by the great beasts. I thought of all the horses I'd known and couldn't think of a bad one.

Tell her how much you love her; everything after that is small talk.

I couldn't help but remember the one at my parents' place after they had passed. I'd gone through their things and hadn't kept much, but when it came time for the auction I'd had a strong impulse to bid on everything like some museum curator attempting to keep the collection whole.

We followed him to the cut bank of the river and watched as the underside of his truck suddenly became visible. The jump didn't get very far and, as anticipated, the wheels and most of the front of the Toyota sank into the soft mud of the Powder River effectively ending the vehicular portion of George's getaway.

He mulled that over. "Sheriff Connally woulda let us shoot 'em."
I reached over and took his coffee away from him. "Yep. Lucian probably would have done the job himself, but we're living in more enlightened times." I drained his cup and handed it back with a smile. "Ain't it grand?

You know the difference between an asshole and an anus?" He spoke from the side of his mouth. "What's that?" "An anus can't say 'that went well.

Never, but never, go sneaking around in your own house at odds with some stranger.

it wasn't that we had been so brave or bold, but that we'd simply traded one fear for another - afraid of what we were about to do for the fear of what we might not. "How

After the war, Lucian had drifted back to Wyoming and then back to Absaroka County. He then drifted into being sheriff on the strength of his being the toughest piece of gristle in four states.

It is only premarital sex if you are planning on getting married.

I flattered myself by thinking that, if faced with such a circumstance, I would respond within the letter of the law; but passion is a strange thing, a thing that warps and twists everything with which it comes in contact.

Abandoned mill that

It was strange the paths the human heart chose to take and the attachments it made along the way. The surest sign of the altruistic nature of the organ is its ability to ignore race, color, creed, and gender and just blindly love with all its might - one of the most irrefutable forces on earth. They

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

With more than thirty thousand suicides a year, the act is the tenth leading cause of death in the United States.

stood at the door zipping, buttoning, fastening; it's what people in Wyoming do before they go outside in late December.

If someone is starving, excessively exercising or using purging behaviors, then we know they are in a high-risk place for turning on the psychiatric illnesses,

I have gotten to the age where I try and let other people solve their own problems." "What age is that, anyway?

Where the label had peeled

I looked over at her; if women knew how good they looked in the dash light of oversized pickup trucks, they'd never get out of them.

If no one remembered them, were they ever really here?

I shook my head at his

I sometimes forgot about how spiritual Henry was. I had been raised as a Methodist where the highest sacrament was the bake sale.

It was the second time that day that I stood looking at a space where a large thing wasn't where it was supposed to be.

I sometimes think that it's not our enemies that we resent in life, but rather friends we have who stood quietly by and did nothing.

Stay calm. Be brave. Watch for signs.

Bubba the Sheep Squeezer in

His face remained immobile as he shut the door and walked back against the traffic. "No, they are not." Dog immediately jumped into the

We do everything we can to protect the people we love, whatever it takes, and it's not enough. Unlike bone, once that illusionary magic circle is broken, it can never be completely repaired, and it is not stronger at the break.

It's only pre-marital sex if you plan on getting married.

It would be nice if life weren't so messy, but that's just not the nature of things; we want things to be perfect, but most of the time we just spend our existence cleaning up the messes we make - and sometimes the messes of other people, people about whom we care most in the world.

In the great balancing equations of Dog's mind, there are two things he cannot resist - ham, and me holding open a vehicle door. I'm pretty sure that ham is first and the only reason me holding open a vehicle door is in the running is because it might mean that we are going somewhere to get ham.

Everybody in this county knows your flavor, Walt Longmire.

Walt Longmire: I punched him in the fist with my nose, but I think he'll live.

Most people go through their lives believing in things that they never have much contact with - the police, lawyers, judges, and courts. They have an unstated belief in the system; that it'll be impartial, fair and just. But then there's the moment when it comes to them that the police, the courtroom, and the laws themselves are just human, vulnerable to the same shortcomings as all of us, that they're a mirror of who we are, and that's the heartbreaking dichotomy of it all - that the more contact you have with the law, the less belief you have.

Out the back window. And get

Last having been hauled over to Cody and the

Thinking you're not in trouble and not being in trouble are two different things.

I thought about Maggie and how passion was a difficult thing to sustain, but that friendship had a pace that could go on forever.

Snowflakes make when they land on water, like the wail of a coyote; the sound reaches a climax and then fades away, all in about one

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