He said, 'Yeah, but will I get chicks? In truckloads?

You're screening your calls?" "Why not? It saves me from conversations with idiots." "Is that an insult?" His voice dropped into a deep growl. "You're not an idiot," I told him. "You're just a deadly psychopath with a god complex.(...)

Roland had sworn off children—they kept trying to kill him.

I’d give him a cup of coffee and a big helping of a knuckle sandwich. Generosity was a virtue and I was in the mood to be extremely virtuous.

If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.

...they tended towards the simple pleasures in life: drinking, whoring and fighting, preferably all three at once.

Secret to what?" "Secret to shutting you up," he said. "I just have to beat you till you're half-dead, then give you chicken soup and"--he raised his hands--"blessed silence.