No, what he didn't like about heroes was that they were usually suicidally gloomy when sober and homicidally insane when drunk.

Everyone knew there were wolves in the mountains, but they seldom came near the village-the modern wolves were the offspring of ancestors that had survived because they had learned that human meat had sharp edges.

Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.

...Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).

But you ain't part of it, are you?" said Granny conversationally. "You try, but you always find yourself watchin' yourself watchin' people, eh? Never quite believin' anything? Thinkin' the wrong thoughts?

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

Good or bad, do it as you. Too many lies and there's no truth to go back to.