“Dang it, Chance. You been here one day and you killed a man and split another one's skull open. I got enough to do without you adding more work."Chance kept his tone level. "He drew on me.""Why were you over in the Badlands in the first place?""You know why."Bowie glared, then lowered his voice. "Think you can get through a day without killing someone?""Don't know. It's early yet.”

“They don’t want me. They’re curious why you want me. And anyway, I feel sorry for anyone that thinks they have a chance. I am hopelessly and completely in love with you.”A pained look shadowed his face. “You know why I want you? I didn’t know I was lost until you found me. I didn’t know what alone was until the first night I spent without you in my bed. You’re the one thing I’ve got right. You’re what I’ve been waiting for, Pigeon.”

“One of them declared: 'Doing this work, one either goes crazy the first day or gets accustomed to it.' Another, though: 'Certainly I could have killed myself or got myself killed; but I wanted to survive, to avenge myself and bear witness. You mustn't think that we are monsters; we are the same as you, only much more unhappy.”

“Please let me go.""Anna." He lowered his brow to hers. "Don't ask me to do that, because I don't think I can live without you. Take a chance, roll the dice. Come with me.”

“But ask yourself this: Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when youthought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you hadback.What if you got it back?”

“You know, I've been almost kidnapped and killed more times in the last thirty-six hours than anyone in history, and yet here I am trying to help you work through your personal issues and that Claire...that is why I always get the last cookie,”