I’ve seen my death. This ain’t it.
I don’t judge another man unless I’ve walked in his shoes.
Ain’t nothing so fragile as a young man.
A town full of ladies… it’s ripe fruit for the wicked.
Sometimes men want me to kill them, so they can die attached to some purpose.
I learned to love Mr. Haight. He taught me with the stick and the bullwhip and the knife how to love. Same as I love Roy Goode now. For he is my son. I chose him. And that is a more powerful bond, a more powerful love than being born into it.
Good Book says pain is its own teacher.
Family is everything, son. Without family, we’re lost.[to Roy]