Chris: You forget one thing. We took a contract. Vin: It's sure not the kind any court would enforce. Chris: That's just the kind you've got to keep.
Vin: Twenty dollars? You must be living in style. Lee: Yes... I have the most stylish corner of the filthy storeroom out back. That and one plate of beans. Ten dollars a day.
Vin: What're you gonna do when Calvera comes? Old Man: At my age, a little excitement is welcome. Don't worry. Why would he kill me? Bullets cost money.
Vin: It took me a long, long time to learn my elbow from a hot rock. Right now, I belong back in that border town sleeping on white sheets.
Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village, south of the border. O'Reilly: How big's the opposition? Chris: Thirty guns. O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
Old Man: They are all farmers. Farmers talk of nothing but fertilizer and women. I've never shared their enthusiasm for fertilizer. As for women, I became indifferent when I was eighty-three.
Chris: [referring to Calvera] If he rides in with no idea of the reception we can prepare for him, I promise you we'll all teach him something about the price of corn!
Henry: Well I'll be damned. I never knew you had to be anything but a corpse to get into Boot Hill. How long's this been going? Chamlee: Since the town got civilized.
[Chris is driving the hearse up to Boot Hill; Vin is riding shotgun] Chris: We'll get there. Vin: It's not getting up there that bothers me. It's staying up there that I mind.
Harry Luck: I heard you got a contract open. Chris: Well, not for a high-stepper like you. Harry Luck: A dollar bill always looks as big to me as a bedspread.
[Chris and the villagers are in the bar] Sotero: There's one - look at the scars on his face! Hilario: The man for us is the one who GAVE him that face. Chris: Hey. You learn fast.
I'm not sure he's wrong about automobiles," he said. "With all their speed forward they may be a step backward in civilization -- that is, in spiritual civilization. It may be that they will not add to the beauty of the world, nor to the life of men'...
Like Adam, we have all lost Paradise; and yet we carry Paradise around inside of us in the form of a longing for, almost a memory of, a blessedness that is no more, or the dream of a blessedness that may someday be again.
Calvera: Generosity... that was my first mistake. I leave these people a little bit extra, and then they hire these men to make trouble. It shows you, sooner or later, you must answer for every good deed.
...We always look for Christ amid magnificence. But ... Christ has a history of showing up amide the unlovely. Born in a dirty stall. Crowned with thorns. Died gasping on a shameful cross atop a jagged rise. We don't need to be beautiful for Christ t...
And now brothers, I will ask you a terrible question, and God knows I ask it also of myself. Is the truth beyond all truths, beyond the stars, just this: that to live without him is the real death, that to die with him the only life?
For outlandish creatures like us, on our way to a heart, a brain, and courage, Bethlehem is not the end of our journey but only the beginning - not home but the place through which we must pass if ever we are to reach home at last.
Hilario: The feeling I felt in my chest this morning, when I saw Calvera run away from us, that's a feeling worth dying for. Have you ever felt something like that? Vin: Not for a long, long time. I envy you.
Old Man: Come in. You must be thirsty... You must excuse them. [Mentioning the hiding farmers in the town] Old Man: They are farmers here. They are afraid of everyone and everything. They are afraid of rain and no rain. The summer may be too hot, the...
Maimed but still magnificent... Europe's mightiest medieval cathedral.
This is one of the blessings of the urban nature project: without the overtly magnificent to stop us in our tracks, we must seek out the more subversively magnificent. Our sense of what constitutes is expanded, and our sense of wonder along with it.