No Country For Old Men

I told a reporter here a while back - young girl, seemed nice enough. She was just tryin to be a reporter. She said: Sheriff how come you to let crime get so out of hand in your county? Sounded like a fair question I reckon. Maybe it was a fair question.

There's two kinds of people that dont ask a lot of questions. One is too dumb to and the other dont need to.

You give your word to my husband to kill me? Yes. He's dead. My husband is dead. Yes. But I'm not. You dont owe nothin to dead people. Chigurh cocked his head slightly. No? he said. How can you? How can you not? They're dead. Yes. But my word is not dead. Nothing can change that. You can change it. I dont think so. Even a nonbeliever might find it useful to model himself after God. Very useful, in fact.

There is no description of a fool, he said, that you fail to satisfy. Now you're goin to die.

He thought about going back and getting the shotgun with the drum magazine. He was a strong believer in the shotgun.