Cimarron Quotes

Anything can have happened in Oklahoma. Practically everything has.

Chance planned to live in such a way that his son would grow up to be a strong, wise, honorable, faithful man. And the only way Chance knew to teach that was to be such a man himself.

I shouldn’t do this, Slaughter,” Tom hollered down, aiming the shotgun. “But I’m going to give you one final chance to be brought in alive. I don’t want to deprive the citizens of Cimarron City of the pleasure of seeing you dance in the air!

...there should be a few places where prairie dogs can just be prairie dogs, where they can kick back and fulfill their niches in the grand scheme of the shortgrass prairie, work on their whistles, try to dig to China or least to Amarillo. Sooner or later a hungry mother kit fox will strike blood, but until then there should be a few places where prairie dogs don't have to worry about two guys bumping chests behind a pickup truck after a single exploding bullet launches them heavenward for an extra eleven points. "Montana Mist!" If not on public lands like the Cimarron National Grassland, then where?

We're both of the invented Caribbean, Nesto says, a Nuevo Mundo alchemy of distilled African, Spaniard, Indian, Asian, and Arab blood, each of us in varying mixtures. He likes to compare our complexions, putting his arm next to mine, calls me 'canelita, ni muy tostada ni muy blanquita' showing off his darkness, proof, his mother told him, of his noble Yoruba parentage and brave cimarron ancestors, la raza prieta of which he should be proud no matter how much others have resisted mestizaje, hanging onto the milky whiteness of their lineage like it's their most precious commodity.

Vemos aquí que el ganado determina en absoluto la existencia del pino; pero en diferentes regiones del mundo los insectos determinan la existencia del ganado. Quizá el Paraguay ofrece el ejemplo más curioso de esto, pues allí, ni el ganado vacuno, ni los caballos, ni los perros se han hecho nunca cimarrones, a pesar de que al norte y al sur abundan en estado salvaje, y Azara y Rengger han demostrado que esto es debido a ser más numerosa en el Paraguay cierta mosca que pone sus huevos en el ombligo de estos animales cuando acaban de nacer. El aumento de estas moscas, con ser numerosas como lo son, debe de estar habitualmente contenido de varios modos, probablemente por otros insectos parásitos. De aquí que si ciertas aves insectívoras disminuyesen en el Paraguay, los insectos parásitos probablemente aumentarían, y esto haría disminuir el número de las moscas del ombligo; entonces el ganado vacuno y los caballos llegarían a hacerse salvajes, lo cual, sin duda, alteraría mucho la vegetación, como positivamente lo he observado en regiones de América del Sur; esto, además, influiría mucho en los insectos, y esto -como acabamos de ver en Staffordshire- en las aves insectívoras, y así, progresivamente, en círculos de complejidad siempre creciente.

She picked up the book beside her. Jane Eyre. Used, bought recently in a bookshop in Camden Passage, shabby nineteenth-century binding, pages bearing vague stains, fingered, smoothed. She opened the book to the place she left it when the taxicab pulled up. “My daughter, flee temptation.” “Mother, I will,” Jane responded, as the moon turned to woman. The fiction had tricked her. Drawn her in so that she became Jane. Yes. The parallels were there. Was she not heroic Jane? Betrayed. Left to wander. Solitary. Motherless. Yes, and with no relations to speak of except an uncle across the water. She occupied her mind. Comforted for a time, she came to. Then, with a sharpness, reprimanded herself. No, she told herself. No, she could not be Jane. Small and pale. English. No, she paused. No, my girl, try Bertha. Wild-maned Bertha. Clare thought of her father. Forever after her to train her hair. His visions of orderly pageboy. Coming home from work with something called Tame. She refused it; he called her Medusa. Do you intend to turn men to stone, daughter? She held to her curls, which turned kinks in the damp of London. Beloved racial characteristic. Her only sign, except for dark spaces here and there where melanin touched her. Yes, Bertha was closer to the mark. Captive. Ragôut. Mixture. Confused. Jamaican. Caliban. Carib. Cannibal. Cimarron. All Bertha. All Clare.

I hear the wind call my name The sound that leads me home again It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns To you I'll always return I know the road is long But where you are is home Wherever you stay-I'll find the way I'll run like the river-I'll follow the sun I'll fly like an eagle To where I belong I can't stand the distance I can't dream alone I can't wait to see you-yes I'm on my way home Now I know it's true My every road leads to you And in the hour of darkness, Your light gets me through You run like the river-you shine like the sun Yeah You fly like an eagle-yeah you are the one I seen every sunset and with all that I've learned Oh, it's to you, I will always, always, return

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THE TYPICAL ISOLATION unit in a prison is a surreal place of silence, bare stone, solid iron doors, and loss of all distinction between night and day. Its intention is to lock up the prisoner with the worst company possible, namely, his own thoughts. But fear and guilt have corrosive effects in the free people’s world as well.

SKULL GULCH, NEW MEXICO TERRITORY NOVEMBER 1880 The

It's a new world, it's a new start It's alive with the beating of young hearts It's a new day, it's a new plan I've been waiting for you Here I am Here I am

Hoover had called the eighteenth amendment, implementing Prohibition, which started in 1920. A moneymaker and job-creator was what it was. Cimarron, Dallam, and Baca Counties boomed with the black-market whiskey trade.

He said to his mother, “Mom, I love you, but I need you to leave now, just for a few minutes. I need to talk to the Sergeant alone.” After Naomi had left, Will said, “The first thing I asked when I woke up was 'Where's Lee?' And you know what my mom said? She said that Lee's fine. She claimed that Lee has been here the whole time, but she left just a little while ago to go home and get some rest.

Well-known stories from literature with top Hollywood actors: Cimarron, by Edna Ferber, starring Irene Dunne; Elmer the Great, by Ring Lardner, starring Bob Hope; The Prairie Years, by Carl Sandburg, starring Gregory Peck;

El año del nacimiento de Rodríguez, la ciudad de Caracas se aproximaba a los 25.000 habitantes.[4] Había en ella, como en el resto de Venezuela, una estratificación étnico-social que, para todo el país, hallábase clasificada así (hacia el año 1800): blancos peninsulares y canarios y blancos criollos, el 20,3 por ciento; pardos, negros libres y manumisos y negros esclavos, el 61,3 por ciento; negros cimarrones, indios tributarios, indios no tributarios y población indígena marginal, el 18,4 por ciento.[5] La descripción de la ciudad la hicieron tanto el historiador José Oviedo y Baños como Alejandro Humboldt, en muy notable coincidencia de detalles.

(The term maroon, like Seminole, derives from cimarron—“wild and untamed.”)184 While Native American populations in other areas east of the Mississippi plummetted, the number of Seminoles increased dramatically. The Seminoles fared better than others because they lived in a colony which did not come under the jurisdiction of the land-hungry United States.

Is that it? One bolt of lightning? Again...." Cimarron taunted, her voice rising over the howl of the wind. "Guess the storm pony only has one trick! Well, maybe two if you count Saachi.