A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.
Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
I like the way you die, boy.
- How do you like the bounty hunting business?
- Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?
It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.
Everybody's there, and I mean everybody. And the strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found, everyone's just so happy to see you.