Oh yeah, I heard you got born again.' she said. 'Which you needed since they fucked up the first time.
Lucas’s Colt .45 Gold Cup and Beretta 92F, and drove up
Just about killed ourselves out there in the dark, Carver said. He’s gone. Put a few concrete blocks on top of him, just in case. In case of what? Taryn asked, fascinated in spite of herself. Well . ....
It’s the way of the world, man. There are the worker bees, and the manager bees. The worker bees take care of the work, the manager bees take care of themselves.
If there were honorary degrees for assholes, he’d be a doctor of everything, Lily said.
I could live here, Del said. No, you couldn’t. You’d turn into a coot and hang out at the general store, with your fly down, Lucas said. You’d be known for goosing middle-aged women. You’d be the town...
He went on like that for a while, and before he was done, Lucas had dismissed him as being ineffectually goofy, although his ideas about the killing were roughly the same as Lucas’s own. Holly said he...
He was conservative, especially on the abortion issue, and he was death on taxes; on the other hand, he had a Clintonesque attitude about women, and even a sense of humor about his own peccadilloes.
Haven’t seen so much screaming and yelling since I went to a goat-fuck out in South
Fuck golf anyway. Stupid goddamn game, chasing a ball around a perfectly good cow pasture.
Focus on our ignorance. She didn’t quite grasp the concept. She’d never been ignorant.
DDT stood for Dangerous Darrell Thomas. Thomas had given himself the name when he was riding with a motorcycle club and was interviewed for a public radio magazine. The magazine writer got it wrong, t...
D. Wayne Sharf slid across Winky Butterfield’s pasture like a greased weasel headed for a chicken house.
Clay pulled Lucas along and as they were approaching the back door, he called, Madam Secretary . . . I need you to meet this guy. She stopped and turned and looked at Lucas and then Clay, did a quick...
As he ran, he thought about everything and anything, about the life he’d led, the children, the snatches of time frozen in his mind: a moment when he’d gotten shot in an alley, and the flash of the ma...
Trust no one, everything breaks, nothing works as advertised, and if anything can go wrong, it will.
Stopped by the door
What Lucas would feel, instead, would be a murderous anger, an iceberg of hate. He would kill anyone who hurt Weather, Sam, or Letty. He’d be cold about it, he’d plan it, but the anger would never go...
We ought to go up north. It’d be nice now, out on the lakes, said the taller one. It’s been too warm. Too many mosquitoes. The tall man laughed. ‘Bullshit, mosquitoes. We’re Indians, dickhead.
We ain’t in California no more, Pilate said. Every fuckin’ body up here’s got a gun. Even that old lady in the hamburger shop, shot Michelle.