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“India itself cannot be viewed only as a bundle of the old and the new, accidentally and uncomfortably pieced together, an artificial construct without a natural unity. Nor is she just a repository of quaint, fashionable accessories to Western lifestyles; nor a junior partner in a global capitalist world. India is its own distinct and unified civilization with a proven ability to manage profound differences, engage creatively with various cultures, religions and philosophies, and peacefully integrate many diverse streams of humanity.”
― Rajiv Malhotra, Being Different: An Indian Challenge to Western Universalism

“Burial is just another recipe”
― C Pam Zhang, How Much of These Hills Is Gold

“Unknown things make easy monsters.”
― Jeremy Spillman, The DeVine Devils

“He had lived a man's life, and now it was at an end, and what had he to show for it? Two horses and a few fixin's and a letter of credit for three hundred and forty-three dollars. That was all, unless you counted the way he had felt about living and the fun he had had while time ran along unnoticed. It had been rich doings, except that he wondered at the last, seeing everything behind him and nothing ahead. It was strange about time: it slipped under a man like quiet water, soft and unheeded but taking a part of him with every drop - a little quickness of the muscles, a little sharpness of the eye, a little of his youngness, until by and by he found it had taken the best of him almost unbeknownst. He wanted to fight it then, to hold it back, to catch what had been borne away. It wasn't that he minded going under, it wasn't that he was afraid to die and rot and forget and be forgotten; it was that things were lost to him more and more - the happy feeling, the strong doing, the fresh taste for things like drink and women and danger, the friends he had fought and funned with, the notion that each new day would be better than the last, good as the last one was. A man's later life was all a long losing, of friends and fun and hope, until at last time took the mite that was left of him and so closed the score.”
― A.B. Guthrie Jr., The Big Sky

“Western governments have lost their way in the fog of greed.”
― Steven Magee

“Easterners get excited if the train arrives on time. Westerners deem such an event implicit. What for some represents a trivial circumstance, is for others a festival.”
― Vizi Andrei, Economy of Truth: Practical Maxims and Reflections

“She knew even before his lips brushed hers, that he was going to kiss her - and she was going to let him.”
― B.J. Daniels, Ambush Before Sunrise

“Sleep apnea is a plague in the western world.”
― Steven Magee

“The trouble with the nations of the West is that they are young, fickle, foolish and wealthy.”
― Swami Vivekananda, OUR WOMEN

“The Jacksonian consensus was powerful. It unleashed market capitalism by stealing Indian property and celebrated a minimal state, even as it increased the capacity of that state to push the frontier forward. During the first half of the nineteenth century, until Abraham Lincoln's election in 1860, a series of Jackson's successors continued to unite slavers and settlers under a banner of freedom defined as freedom from restraint—freedom from restraints on slaving, freedom from restraints on dispossessing, freedom from restraints on moving west.”
― Greg Grandin, The End of the Myth: From the Frontier to the Border Wall in the Mind of America

“Shane was looking down the road and on to the open plain and the horse was obeying the silent command of the reins. He was riding away and I knew that no word or thought could hold him. The big horse, patient and powerful, was already settling into the steady pace that had brought him into our valley, and the two, the man and the horse, were a single dark shape in the road as they passed beyond the reach of the light from the windows”
― Jack Schaefer, Shane

“In a quick moment, Cole was in front of her. Simply there. He leaned in, their breath mingling. His warm lips touched hers lightly, and he kissed her. â€�

His scent was that of the pine forest, the air and the land around them, and it dazzled her. His strength, his determination to treat her exactly the way she wanted to be treated, ever-changing as it was—dazzled her more.”
― Susan Saxx, A Real Man: The First Miracle

“Will was now all man. And all cowboy.”
― B.J. Daniels, Stroke of Luck

“That woman is here to destroy you,â€� she whispered.”
― B.J. Daniels, Stroke of Luck

“The two of you can’t really be thinking aboutâ€� not at a time like this.â€�

Poppy had to laugh. “Is there a better time?”
― B.J. Daniels, Stroke of Luck

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

“It is my expectation that the next world war will be a war on radiation, started by countries that have recognized the dangerous man-made global radiation environment created by modern western governments.”
― Steven Magee

“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

“In Altadas, chance was a loaded die—and just as often a loaded gun.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Hopebreaker

“The bandit was no amateur, whipping one revolver after another from his saddlebag, draining the cylinders in a strobing, crackling cloud of gunsmoke, until only the whinnies of a few horses drifted up from the gully below.”
― Jack Dublin, The Lost and Found Journal of a Miner 49er: Vol. 1

“I'm not going to apologize for kissing you. I've wanted to since the first time I laid eyes on you. Only back then, I was just a boy.”
― B.J. Daniels, Ambush Before Sunrise

“The characters of the two families was inspired by the Vigeland"s Park, the Viking ships and museums in Oslo, Norway. The two books BATTLE AXE RANCH and TEMPERED BY FATE are emotional stories with many twists and turns. Set in the 1960's, the families struggle against the rugged Rockies with the grizzlies, wolves, and coyotes. The story is a page turner.”
― JMC North, Tempered by Fate

“I held the money in my hand. I couldn't reckon its weight against the man left behind.”
― John Larison, Whiskey When We're Dry

“The Borges fascinated by gangsters and hoodlums is hardly read in the States. Beyond, perhaps, “Death and the Compass,â€� Borges’s obsession with outlaws (from Billy the Kid to New York hoodlums) tends to be overlooked. It is also vastly ignored that this is his first link to the United States—it is through crooks and murderers that he
initially addresses the North American tradition. And it is thanks to these lowlifes that we get detectives, and it is thanks to them that we arrive at the art of suspicion that makes stories like “The Lottery in Babylon� possible. It is thanks to these criminals that Borges arrives at the semiotic anxiety that leads to the conception of the world as a text. These thugs and crooks are, then, in a way the humble source of some of the lofty metaphysical speculations
that American readers seem to love most in Borges.”
― Hernán Díaz, Borges, Between History and Eternity

“Western governments are behaving like there is no upper limit to wireless radiation exposure of the masses.”
― Steven Magee

“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

“Los Angeles nailed down his second up Oregon way. A minor player, Princess of the Siskyous or something, lanky tall white girl answering to Sally Rue. The Wizard of Los Angeles pricked up when she started making her name, strapped up his big snort of a horse and rode it all the way from Alamagordo where he’d fucked and then detonated the brain-stem of Abbot of New Mexico with a one lightning kiss.

Come on now. Don’t make a face. I told you it wasn’t a pretty thing, when these kids count off their paces.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Shoot-Out at Burnt Corn Ranch Over the Bride of the World

“The truly haunting Other is not what lies outside the text but what lies outside the picturesque garden of the Western world.”
― Robin Evans, The Projective Cast: Architecture and Its Three Geometries

“She finally reached them, and bestowed a careful smile on him. “Up and at ‘em early this morning, Cowboy?â€� Her statement sounded normal but he caught the double meaning in her eyes.â€�

After you launched me to the moon and back, more than once, in the early hours of the morning? You actually got the energy?â€�”
― Susan Saxx, A Real Man: The Last Miracle