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. — John Marston Copy Share Image
I've met some sick bastards in my life, Seth, but you...you're special. — John Marston Copy Share Image
He ain't gonna to be no frontier gunslinger, killing and running in no gang though. That way's over. Railroads and government and motor cars… — John Marston Copy Share Image
I'm many things, most of 'em bad. But a man of political principles? No. — John Marston Copy Share Image
You and West Dickens are so crooked you could swallow nails and spit out corkscrews. — John Marston Copy Share Image
