I don't care about the little guy. I just hate the big guy. I hate big smug people who think they can get away with things.

The third guy was different. He was what you got when you ate squirrels for four generations. Smarter than a rat and tougher than a goat, and jumpier than either one.

The most sustained feat of imagination in mystery fiction today.

You see something scary, you should stand up and step toward it, not away from it. Instinctively, reflexively, in a raging fury.

He looked at the pain and he set himself apart from it. He saw it, examined it, identified it, corralled it. He isolated it. He challenged it. You against me? Dream on, pal. He built borders for it. Then walls. He built walls and forced the pain behind them and then he moved the walls inward, compressing the pain, crushing it, boxing it in, limiting it, beating it.

I like food, like any other guy, but it is not the main thing in my life. I can do without it.

Printing currency for foreigners to buy is the best racket a government can get into.