I’ll be real discreet, Tank said. As discreet as a six-foot-six, no-neck guy weighing three hundred and fifty pounds, all dressed in black SWAT clothes, with a Glock holstered at his side could be.
I wasn’t sure anymore what made a good marriage. There had to be love, of course, but there were so many different kinds of love. And clearly, some love was more enduring than others.
I thought your mother liked me. My grandmother likes you. My mother worries that you might be related to Satan.
A man who does not know fear cannot die, because death has no place to enter. Vernon