So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie's ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere's GARDENER!

All you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.

She felt like someone who drowns remembering what it was like to still be on the boat, so calm and at ease, so carelessly safe

Forced to define 'irrational subconscious,' I would say that it is a small padded room inside all of us, where the only furnishing is a small card table, and the only thing on the card table is a revolver loaded with flexible bullets.

One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you're maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones. This is like dressing up a household pet in evening clothes. The pet is embarrassed and the person who committed this act of premeditated cuteness should be even more embarrassed.

The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.

We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.