Sometimes I forget how much I like riding the bike." Most chicks do," I said. "Roar of the engine and so on." Murphy's blue eyes glittered with annoyance and anticipation. "Pig. You really enjoy dropping all women together in the same demographic, don't you?" It's not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. They're basically huge vibrators. With wheels.

He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.

Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost, forever, and that it wasn't coming back?

There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.

Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.

If you can't manage courtesy, try silence.

I just stood there staring, because while I've seen a lot of weird things, I hadn't ever seen that.