Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.

I'm a semi-literate farmer and hired killer. I ain't in the power game.

I'm many things, most of 'em bad. But a man of political principles? No.

Through danger safety comes - through trouble rest.

Every man has a right to change, a chance of forgiveness.

I rode in a gang. We robbed trains, banks, held people ransom. We killed people we didn't like. Bill Williamson was in that gang. If I don't capture my former brother-in-arms, great harm will befall my family.

My side ain't chosen. My side was given.