Montana Sky

Men didn't respect beauty...they used it.

Being dead didn't make Jack Mercy any less of a son of a bitch

Hand me a shovel, he thought. I'm getting tired of digging this hole for myself with my bare hands. -Ben

Why are you carrying me?” “Well, it didn’t seem neighborly to drag you by the hair.

I thought he waited for you at the side door every night, then walked you back at dawn because you were holding a secret canasta tournament. You mean you’re having sex? I’m shocked.