He had never been a social man. He had shunned causes with contempt and disgust. They were for pig-simple suckers and people with too much time and money on their hands

In the year 2025, the best men don't run for president, they run for their lives. . . .

He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride--if responsibility robs him of his manhood.

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.

The woman had looked into the abyss and then walked out across it.

He removed his unvaluable valuables and dumped his shirt, pants, and skivvies into a letter slot.

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

Superhero movies and comic books teach a lesson that runs directly counter to the culture-of-violence idea: guns are for bad guys too cowardly to fight like men.