Jim Bowie Quotes

That night, when SanJuanna had cleared the main course and brought dessert in, my mother called for quiet and said, "Boys, I have an announcement to make. Your sister made the apple pies tonight. I'm sure we will all enjoy them very much." "Can I learn how, ma'am?" said Jim Bowie. "No, J.B. Boys don't bake pies," Mother said. "Why not?" he said. "They have wives who make pies for them." "But I don't have a wife." "Darling, I'm sure you will have a very nice one someday when you're older, and she'll make you many pies. Calpurnia, would you care to serve?" Was there any way I could have a wife, too? I wondered as I cut through the browned C and promptly shattered the entire crust.

Ziggy was David’s homage to the outsider; the main inspiration was undoubtedly Iggy, the singer with whom David was obsessed and whose doomed, Dionysian career path had already built its own mythology. David was well aware that Iggy, too, was a mere creation—for in their first meeting, David had learned the scary, gold-and-glitter-spattered facade hid another persona—the urbane Jim Osterberg, who was disconcertingly reminiscent of Jimmy Stewart.

Even American hero Jim Bowie participated in illegal slaving,

I bark at no man's bid.  I will never come and go, and fetch and carry, at the whistle of the great man in the White House no matter who he is.

Congress has no right to give charity. Individual members may give as much of their own money as they please, but they have no right to touch a dollar of the public money for that purpose.

The London press often regaled readers with hair-raising stories from California and other western parts of America, and Colt’s guns were regularly featured in these. “Scarcely a week passes,” reported one London paper, “without some dispute, when revolvers and bowie-knives are immediately produced and someone is killed.” Stories of shoot-outs were not only entertaining, they confirmed what many in Britain thought about Americans, which is that they lived under barely civilized conditions in bullet-peppered air. Colt’s revolver fit perfectly into this portrait.

As one, the able-bodied men stepped forth; Jim Bowie, despite his fevered state, requested that he be helped across. Just one man remained behind; he was permitted to depart. He would survive to recount this story.23