Marty Robbins Quotes

anything you want to know about Kingston’s green versus orange war, everything you ever need to know about the rudeboy-cum-gunman is not in Bob Marley’s lyrics or in Peter Tosh’s but in Marty Robbins’s “Big Iron.” He’s

Ten years! It was queer. Fennelli hadn’t changed much in ten years, but I knew I had. I wondered how he recognized me so readily. Maybe it was something about the way I looked; maybe it was the situation. I don’t know. I couldn’t understand. I went back a long way. For the first time in a long while, I thought about the folks and wondered what they were doing and where they were, and about the kids I used to know—Jerry and Marty and Janet. What had happened to them? But it was such a long time ago it was hard to remember. I remembered breakfast with the folks: the smell of the rolls, slightly warm from the bakery after I had just brought them in—the way my aunt would smile at me. I remembered high school and the kids laughing as we crossed the big yard going home. I remembered so many things, and all of a sudden I began to feel old and tired.

A long time ago Marty once compared me to Hitler. I laughed then for I didn’t understand what he meant. Now I know. I learned it from living with Ruth and I learned from these last five months in Europe. I learned that you cannot live without regard for society and the so-called common man. For to live so, is to live without regard for yourself. And I began to wonder, what it was that made me what I became. Then I realized for the first time it was from living alone. A man can live alone if he shares his rooms with twenty other humans and shares his heart with none.

poured the coffee for me. My hand touched hers as I had started for it, and we looked up at each other, startled by the accidental touching. Her eyes were blue and deep. Then I looked down at my cup. Marty started to say something but didn’t say it. We just sat there quietly for a few minutes. Then I said: “It’s damn nice of you two to come over!” “It was my idea.” Marty said, “I wanted to see you. It’s been so long and I’ve been curious, and Ruth…” “What about Ruth?” I asked. Ruth spoke up. “I wanted him