Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You'd treat if met where any bar is, Or help to half-a-crown.

The guy who shot him had quite a temper. Homicide had always made sense to him. He would say that there wasn’t a problem in the world that couldn’t be solved by shooting someone in the face. You just had to find the right person. Hell, you didn’t even need to do that. Sometimes just shooting the person next to him was enough.

When you have shot and killed a man you have in some measure clarified your attitude toward him. You have given a definite answer to a definite problem. For better or worse you have acted decisively. In a way, the next move is up to him.

I wonder why he shot me.

I am the enemy you killed, my friend.

When I kill a man, I do it with my sword, but people like you don't use swords. You gentlemen kill with your power, with your money, and sometimes just with your words: you tell people you're doing them a favor. True, no blood flows, the man is still alive, but you've killed him all the same. I don't know whose sin is greater—yours or mine.

We irritated him, he told me. Why did he get himself killed for us?" "Because he was a hero. And that is what heroes do. You understand?

Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: Frequently there must be a beverage.

The last time somebody pointed out that cowboys ride horses, not tricycles, I shot him. Of course, I waited until another gunslinger gunned him down, but nevertheless, I still shot him.

Dave Foley: I once shot a man just to watch him die, then I got distracted and missed it. Oh my friends tried to describe it to me, but it just isn't the same.

"You bloody fool, you've killed the wrong man."

He had killed man, the noblest game of all, and he had killed in the face of the law of club and fang.

To kill a man, it helps if you can first take away his face. A neat mental trick. Handy for a soldier.

He would have a man shot at the drop of a hat, and drop it himself.