Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

Do you still do the clubs?” Jake shakes his head. “You do the clubs because you can’t find what you need at home. I’ve got everything I need. I’ve got the answer to needs I didn’t even know I had.

This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God's chillun are made how God made 'em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.

I thought of the words of the Renaissance philosopher Michel de Montaigne. "If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.