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“what I like and what I need’s two different things.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“wasn’t no bit of me willing to ride shotgun to my own funeral.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Never ever, ever, ever, trust a writer. As a whole, they're a no-good bunch.”
― Cynthia Hand, My Calamity Jane

“That got me to laughing too. His laughter, like his yelling, got into you until you was right soaked with it. So you couldn’t help yourself. But it felt good. Light. I tell you, I hadn’t felt like that in a long while.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Can’t count on no miracles. Sometimes, you just got to have a plan.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Maybe I’d lost something. Maybe I’d lost a lot—more, even, than I could suffer—but I still had my own self. And lonesome as I might be, wasn’t no force on Earth or from above what could make me less.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“The terrible price of living, ain’t it? To live through others dying?”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Jeb didn’t say nothing. Didn’t smile none, neither. Didn’t even move except for the color running right out of him.”
― J.D. Jordan

“Ain’t no good ever comes of it, if you ain’t steering yourself.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“No. Some you put to the bullet. Some to the tongue. Reckon we’ll have to see, yet, which way this is going to turn.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Don’t matter none how bad it gets sometimes. You can always turn this shit around.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Seems a lot of men never saw one such as me. A girl what could keep up and fight and ride and curse with the best of them. A girl what ain’t trapped in some dress or some house or some bed. A girl what ain’t waiting on some man to do what she ought to her own damn self.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“And if revenge was all I had, then I was goddamned if it wouldn’t be enough.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“And in the silence what followed, I reckon our eyes had some long conversation our mouths could’ve never talked through. Some long, looking talk about things gone and long since said. About cries out in the night and some long ago tangling of limbs. And about them betrayals done time and time again—by both of us—what led to me pointing the Green Man’s rifle at the man what once loved me under the Green Man’s stars.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“He was going to kiss her. The thought speared through her stunned mind as he closed the distance between them and brushed his warm lips over hers.

The rush was like plunging from the high point of a roller coaster: sheer exhilaration, breathlessness, half a heart attack.

She made a sound. She hadn't meant it to be encouraging, but it so obviously was, he kissed her deeper.

Nobody kissed like Harper. God, she'd almost forgotten how he would begin slow and soft and seduce her mouth little by little until she was hopelessly lost, until she was ruthlessly conquered.”
― Dana Marton, Deathmarch

“Ain’t nothing scarier than someone with nothing.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“But tell you true, I honestly didn’t think nothing about the Green Man beefing that posse. Was just men and the world’s full of them.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Was like the Green Man said, some you got to put to the bullet. Some to the tongue. Often the latter, with me. But some, you just got to put behind you.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Was still between Martha and Jane, then, I was. Between the girl I was and who I wanted to be.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“I was the luckiest girl. Don’t you think because I didn’t have no proper man or husband I was anything else. Wasn’t no place I’d rather be than right there. Even now, I pine for that uncomfortable rock. Because he was watching over me and loneliness was some far off thing, echoing off the Rock from other folks. Wasn’t nothing could ruin it for me.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“not knowing what I needed to do or where I needed to go, I knew all the same that I was going in the right direction.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“But wasn’t time for what was. Was time to settle up the future.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“I tell you, mister, if there’s anything good about being a hot-tempered bitch, it’s knowing right well what buttons to push in others seeing as they’re the same ones what get your own back up.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Targets come big, he said. Time comes small.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“I appreciate your thinking on me, marshal, but ain’t no trouble of his what ain’t trouble of mine, too.”
― J.D. Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man

“Women in Deadwood were few, and no better than they needed to be. Most of them lived in a house called the Cricket, down at the end of the south bend, where they plied their trade under the cold watchful eye of Mrs. Marshall, who smoked opium and owned the house. Others were independent, like Calamity Jane, who in recent weeks had made a great show of mourning the death of Bill Hickok, much to the disgust of Hickok’s friends. Calamity Jane was so masculine she often wore a soldier’s uniform and traveled undetected with the boys in blue, giving them service in the field; she had gone with Custer’s 7th Cavalry on more than one occasion. But she was so male that she often boasted that “give me a dildo in the dark, and no woman can tell me from a true man.â€� As one observer noted, this left Jane’s appeal somewhat obscure.”
― Michael Crichton, Dragon Teeth