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“Announcing your plans is a good way to hear god laugh”
― David milch

“Call me crotchety, but I didn’t like being bossed around, especially before I’d injected caffeine into my system. Violet Parker”
― Ann Charles, Dead Case in Deadwood

“I knew that kind of thinking was paranoid, but after the wacky crap that had happened to me over the last couple of months, these days I’d be suspicious of a jolly white-bearded man in a red suit carrying a bag over his shoulder.(Violet Parker)”
― Ann Charles, Dead Case in Deadwood

“Lucille,â€� Norma Jean whispered loud enough for me to hear from my foliage hideout. She leaned over her walker and adjusted her glasses. “Is that Willis Harvey up front by Elsa?â€�

“Well, pinch my pooch, I believe it is,â€� Lucille said. “I barely recognize him with his clothes on.”
― Ann Charles, Dead Case in Deadwood

“Violet Lynn Parker, you’d better spill or I’ll start bellowing ‘Happy Birthdayâ€� to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.”
― Ann Charles, Optical Delusions in Deadwood

“For some stupid reason, I had this irrational need to prove to Cooper that I could inspect dead bodies over black coffee and maple bars just like him and the other guys on the police force.
(Violet Parker)”
― Ann Charles, Dead Case in Deadwood

“I had a feeling that Harvey wore his shotgun around the house like a pair of holey underwear.”
― Ann Charles, Nearly Departed in Deadwood

“I am sure they could use a dragon right now."
"That means nothing!" Julio scoffed. "Everyone could always use a dragon! Dragons are never not useful!”
― Kyle Robert Shultz, Deadwood

“He wouldn't be smiling if she was going to her death," Val says, running a hand through his hair. "Fucking Seers."

Nos's frown is instant and defensive. "Don't blame themessenger."

"Fine. Fucking Fate.”
― Marie Mistry, Traitor Witch

“Take your clothes off."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Evelyn forced her mouth shut.

She looked around the room, buying time. The faded brown curtains hung limply over the windows, not quite touching, and the afternoon light filtered through the gaps, its beams turning the dust in the air into diamonds. She could hear the rattle of a wagon on the street below and the regular rhythm of squeaking bedsprings in the adjacent room.

"So? What are you waiting for?"

She stared at the man on the moth eaten chaise longue in front of her. He was serious.”
― Molly Ann Wishlade, Desire in Deadwood

“...David Mich is the Hollywood genius who produced and wrote much of the HBO series Deadwood. Mr. Milch's story was an interesting one to me, at least as it emerged from maybe half a dozen profiles written about him back when Deadwood was in its heyday, and it goes like this: Mr. Milch had pined to do a western ever since he was an important writer on an
Emmy-winning network cop series and could just as easily have been a novelist, if I remember the story correctly, and after years of research and reading everything available on the old west decided to focus his talents on the town of Deadwood in the 1870s. But hold your horses, Tex. As Mr. Milch explained it, he didn't read everything after all, he read everything except the novel Deadwood, and was not only able on his own to come up with the same setting and feel and characters that populated the novel, but somehow intuited a footnote-in-history sort of character named Charlie Utter into pretty much the same human being who is the central character of the novel. Except Mr. Milch gave him an English accent, and if that's not Hollywood genius I don't know what is. ...
--Acknowledgments”
― Pete Dexter, Spooner