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“I鈥檓 in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it鈥檚 difficult to analyze love when you鈥檙e in it.”
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

“Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans”
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

“Zane," she moaned. "Please touch me."
"I will. I'm going to touch every inch of you until I know what makes you sigh and what makes you giggle and what makes you beg me to never stop. I'm going to make you shudder and scream so that long after tonight you'll remember the feel of my hands and exactly where they were on your body."
"I'm going to die if you don't get on with it.”
― Robin Bielman, Keeping Mr. Right Now

“No man would ever hold me this well.
I was made to be wrapped in these arms.
A woman could tell a lot by the way a man holds her. She could tell if he had the strength to endure the rougher moments. If he had a mighty yet kind heart. If he could make her feel safe and cherished.
Beau鈥檚 embrace said all that and more.”
― Devney Perry, The Outpost

“...Ethan, but I'm certainly not the type of woman to just go home with two men whether I know them or not. It would be highly inappropriate, not to mention stupid."

"And you're not stupid."

"Not as far as I can tell"...”
― M.K. McClintock, Gallagher's Pride

“Correct spelling, correct punctuation, correct grammar. Hundreds of rules for itsy-bitsy people. No one could remember all that stuff and concentrate on what he was trying to write about. It was all table manners, not derived from any sense of kindness or decency or humanity, but originally from an egotistic desire to look like gentlemen and ladies. Gentlemen and ladies had good table manners and spoke and wrote grammatically. It was what identified one with the upper classes. In Montana, however, it didn鈥檛 have this effect at all. It identified one, instead, as a stuck-up Eastern ass.”
― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values

“If she wanted to work on the ranch this spring, I鈥檇 let her. We鈥檇 do this friend thing until then, because once she set foot on the Lucky Heart, I was making her mine.”
― Devney Perry, The Lucky Heart

“He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath.”
― B.J. Daniels, Luck of the Draw

“He had to have this woman, knew his life would be worthless without her. The raging heat of that knowledge raced through his veins, stronger than desire, hotter than the passion that caught fire between them.”
― B.J. Daniels, Out of the Storm

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world鈥檚 great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It

“These bricks came from kilns that were in China. Then the cargo ships that brought the refugees over, ships meant to be filled with lumber or coal, those ships couldn't draft right with their soft, human loads. Even packed with people, the ships were not heavy enough, so the owners stacked bricks down there with them." He kicked at the exposed cobblestones and said, "Imagine the misery. Then they sold the bricks to the Anaconda, and you can still find these cobblestones on the back railway streets from Seattle to here. Everywhere the Chinese worked building the railways, t”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“Everywhere the Chinese worked building the railways, tamping black powder into spark holes, or digging for copper. Everywhere they died.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“I find her most in solitary places: along the Blackfoot river in Autumn, a place she never saw, where red river rocks sparkle in the low water and dark trout pretend to be shadows.”
― Steve S. Saroff, The Long Line of Elk

“I have a killer loose on the ranch and all I can think about is kissing you again.”
― B.J. Daniels, Stroke of Luck

“If there鈥檚 one thing I鈥檝e learned it鈥檚 what a woman can do to a man鈥檚 common sense.”
― B.J. Daniels, Just His Luck

“I have a huge favor, but I should warn you up front it鈥檚 not just dangerous. It鈥檚 illegal.”
― B.J. Daniels, Just His Luck

“Had he only thought there was amazing chemistry between them?”
― B.J. Daniels, Luck of the Draw

“I have fought through all the elements to get to where I am now. I've become a shell of what I used to be, and now there's more nature in me than man. Ghosts have filled the hollows of my memory, leaving behind the raging wind in the plane where there once had been so much promise.”
― bellatuscana, Discovering Time

“I woke up finding the world I had known to be gone. Instead, the sky was glowing. I stood up. Nothing had happened to the child, I was as perfectly pregnant as before. The sky seemed to be full of glittering objects floating around, that on further inspection were glowing specs. There were no trees, no buffalo, just endless hills that seem to go on and on.”
― bellatuscana, Discovering Time

“Granddad always said the best things about fishing were beyond the senses. He said the mountains, rivers and fish were the center of why you were there, but not the heart, that the heart was in those pure moments in and around the fishing, or rather what was on the other side of those moments that can only be felt, not told because words were not up to the job. That鈥檚 what hooked your soul.”
― J.C. Bonnell, Burnt Tree Fork

“What did I think of him? I, who'd worked with him hand-in-glove longer than all the rest, and who knew him better than anyone -- including Mrs. Blackthorne? He was a first-class son of a bitch. But how many men have you known who were first in their class at anything?”
― Loren D. Estleman, Wild Justice

“This woman was the catalyst that had jarred him out of his mere existence and dragged him back into life. She had made him feel, even made him hope, both dangerous for a man like him with a past like his.”
― B.J. Daniels, Out of the Storm

“Slacker had come into the language as a term of frequent use. Bundles of Hearst newspapers had been burned in Times Square because Hearst was slow in swinging to the Allied cause but in a few weeks he had swung, and American flags were printed all over his daily sheets. So-called pro-Germans were being tarred and feathered by mobs in the West. Frank Little of the I.W.W. executive board had been lynched by business men in Butte, Montana. And new and appalling tales of cruelty to conscientious objectors were coming out of the prisons where they were confined.”
― Art Young

“Every sin seemed to have set him back and cost him dearly, but murder wasn鈥檛 one of them.
鈥擩ake Hunter, "Cherry Crossing" by Lisa M. Prysock.”
― Lisa M. Prysock, Cherry Crossing

“Women of the west are determined for life to be different and better for us out here,鈥� Jill pointed out. 鈥淚t takes some time for newcomers to catch on to what it means to us to carve out a new life here in this wilderness. Think how long it has taken for Honey River Canyon to grow. When we arrived, barely anything was here.鈥�
鈥擩illian Hayes, "Sparrow鈥檚 Hope" by Lisa M. Prysock.”
― Lisa M. Prysock, Sparrow's Hope

“I found the West and nights in bunkhouses, with the sounds of men coughing and drunks talking in their sleep. I found filthy motel rooms with stains on the walls and the forever miles of highways and roads. But I also found the sky, the rivers, and the wind, and I knew that the rooms were only for sleep, that the work was to be able to keep moving. Cities collect the runaways who are afraid of openness. The towns in the West collect the runaways who are afraid of not being able to keep leaving.”
― Steve Saroff

“Fly fishing is not a braggers game. There鈥檚 no glory to win. No competition or comparison between humans. It鈥檚 not about growing ego, but removing it. No fish will provide this lesson. It must come from the conscience of the angler. In the most simple explanation, fly fishing is an introspective quest to tame one鈥檚 own mind. This can be shared with others, but only discovered alone.”
― Daniel J. Rice, Familiar Waters: A lifetime of fly fishing Montana

“The railroad edge of Tokyo, where school children commute four hours a day between their cramped homes and distant schools while their parents work. Same sort of stuff as the rusting oil barrel fringe of Montana towns, the emptiness past the sprawl, but in Tokyo, it was a sanitized and crowded emptiness.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“These bricks came from kilns that were in China. Then the cargo ships that brought the refugees over, ships meant to be filled with lumber or coal, those ships couldn't draft right with their soft, human loads. Even packed with people, the ships were not heavy enough, so the owners stacked bricks down there with them." He kicked at the exposed cobblestones and said, "Imagine the misery. Then they sold the bricks to the Anaconda, and you can still find these cobblestones on the back railway streets from Seattle to here. Everywhere the Chinese worked building the railways, tamping black powder into spark holes, or digging for copper. Everywhere they died.”
― Saroff Saroff

“In Montana summers, anything feels possible. Grassy green pastures stretch for miles with the yellow field of canola flowering in late June, contrasting the deep blue skies. Billowing gold castles of clouds tower overhead, subsiding late into the late before the shower of stars began to emerge. Spotted fawns nurse from their mothers while flights of hummingbirds dive and skitter thought the aspen groves in search of nectar. The summers, a rich bounty after having lasted the many months of winter, are magical but brief.”
― Emily Swisher, STABLE: A Therapist and the Healing Nature of Horses