Texas Quotes

“Thats what happens to Snow in Texas, lady. It freaking MELTS!!" Leo Valdez- The Lost Hero”
― Rick Riordan, The Lost Hero

“Daddy had a strict rule about firearms. Anything we killed we had to eat. No amount of barbecue sauce would make a hairy guy like you palatable.”
― Diane Kelly, Death, Taxes, and a French Manicure

“It's hard to imagine, seeing how crowded the sky looks tonight, how far away one star is from another. Like, people, really. We can appear to be standing right next to each other, and yet in our minds, we can be thousands of miles away, lost to the outer reaches. But we're all together in the same black soup, which makes us all related somehow.”
― Kathleen Kent, The Outcasts

“I'd learned how to handle a gun before I was fully potty trained.”
― Diane Kelly

“But that’s the thing about East Texas. Red dirt never quite washes out, and pine pollen is tenacious as original sin. You can leave East Texas, for Houston, for the Metroplex, for the Commonwealth, for New York, or Bonn or Tokyo or Kowloon; but you can never quite leave it behind.”
― Markham Shaw Pyle

“No matter where you go in East Texas, ‘Deep’ East Texas is always about twenty miles further in than wherever you are.”
― Markham Shaw Pyle

“In keeping with the Laws of the Prophet Bubba and the Code of the UIL, as set forth in the Book of First Downs, as the sun sets on Friday nights the rites of the Texas state religion are celebrated: high school, smash-mouth football. ‘And lo, the children of Jim Bob do take to the roads in caravans and they do go up unto the stadium by tribes, the Indians of Groveton, the Panthers of Lufkin, the Mustangs of Overton, and the very Wildcats of Palestine, and who shall withstand the traffic jams thereof?’ Thus is it written, and so it is and shall be.”
― Markham Shaw Pyle

“It's fun telling you tall Texas tales. You always look like a little girl who's hearing Cinderella for the first time.”
― Edna Ferber, Giant

“East Texas is red dirt – not red, in sober truth, but the orange of rust, which it basically is, ferrous oxide – and magnolias and azaleas and dogwoods, old fields long since cottoned-out, far from the Mississippi River bottomlands that were ‘rich as six feet up a bull’s ass’: a land of hogs and hominy, and a tangled, grim past of slavery and segregation. It could as easily be the country as far eastwards of the Mississippi as it is west: it would fit all too readily into the area between Brandon and Meridian, Mississippi, hard by the Bienville National Forest.”
― Markham Shaw Pyle

“Families start out, most of the time, with unconditional acceptance of one another. That acceptance starts in childhood and continues into adulthood. Somewhere in there, between childhood and adulthood, the ability to distinguish right versus wrong is born.”
― Bart Hopkins, Texas Jack

“He was the deadliest man in Texas, on that they all agreed.”
― James Carlos Blake, The Pistoleer: A Novel of John Wesley Hardin

“We may be rats in a maze as far as the Obama administration is concerned, but in Texas, we are rats with a firm knowledge of just where the button is and how to push it. It helps us put up with all the nonsense and it would do the folks in Washington well to remember that. - Tom King ("Why the Secession Talk in Texas")”
― Tom King

“Dr. Tom had said that Texas was the only place he had ever found that, when it killed you, it didn't forget about you.”
― Kathleen Kent, The Outcasts

“At 6:15 she was standing on her front porch watering gardenias and watching another line of thunderstorms split and go around her. The same thing happened almost every day. Some days they came so close all she could smell was the rain. The wind whipped up dust from the fields until it drove like buckshot into the shuddering mesquites, and Clara Nell started to pray. 'Jesus,' she whispered. 'Jesus, Jesus....' But the only thing that came out of the sky was her topsoil. Every day the wind took a little more, and it hadn't rained in almost a year.”
― Andrew Geyer, Whispers in Dust and Bone: Andrew Geyer

“Love is not governed by numbers”
― Kalia Lewis, An Unbreakable Bond

“Oh, come on. A vamp marrying a human gets the fanged ones all upset, and Eve made herself look like the ultimate fang-anger to all the humans by putting a ring on one, so what did you expect exactly? Flowers and parades? This is Texas. We're still figuring out how to spell tolerance.”
― Rachel Caine, Bitter Blood

“Was ist das höchste, dass du je beim Münze-werfen verloren hast?”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“I hated seeing these spasmodic upside-down chicken heads stretching to puncture my flesh. I imagined once that they reached my groin and pecked out my penis and my huevos and kept pecking until they got to my gut and my eyes and my brain, until I was just a pecked-out piece of human meat surrounded by thousands of nervous, dirty white chickens. I think that was about the time I fucked up a pair of chicken heads against a warehouse wall when no one was looking. Well, almost no one. Rueben was right behind me, and that's when he grinned his stupid grin. Maybe he hated the chickens as much as I did. Maybe he just knew que ya me iba también a la chingada. Maybe I was going on my first joy ride to hell and back, and it was fun to watch.”
― Sergio Troncoso, The Last Tortilla & Other Stories

“I feel like I've been ironing all day in high heels and no brassiere. ~Tizzy Donovan, Laid Out and Candle Lit”
― Ann Everett

“Bear in Mind...that all Histories from the Rock at Plymouth, and Jamestown to the present time, have been made by white men, and a man who tells his own story, is always right until the adversary's tale is told.”
― Sam Houston

“That's it, Uncle Huey!" Imogene Duckworthy whipped off her apron and flung it onto the slick, stainless steel counter. "I quit!" If only her voice didn’t sound so young.”
― Kaye George, Choke

“Imogene Duckworthy did not like pigs. She was fairly fond of cattle, having grown up surrounded by them. She hadn't been around pigs much. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever driven toward a pig farm.”
― Kaye George, Smoke

“Immy knocked on his open door. "Mr. Mallett?"
The look on his narrow face was pained. "What's with the Mr. Mallett? When you don't call me Mike, it's usually trouble.”
― Kaye George, Broke