The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield.
Mine, ... Mine is what she is.
My father always said that too many words cheapened the value of a man's speech.
Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.
Fear makes idiots out of us all, at some time or other.
Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?