She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

Your man Jesus seems to me a bit of a son of a bitch when it comes to women,´Roland said. ´Was He ever married?´The corners of Callahan's mouth quirked. ´No´ he said, ´but His girlfriend was a whore.´´Well,´ Roland said, ´that's a start.´

She didn't like seeing that look in his face, but she wanted to see it there, she did. He was a man, wasn't he? And sometimes men had to learn what it was to be afraid of a woman.

That instinct, to doubt what women say, it's always there. To find some reason not to take their word. Men do it ... but we do, too. I do it.

And was he judging all men by himself? No. He was a member of the tribe, that was all. It was women who were the real riddles.

The fundamental difference between the sexes is this: men make assumptions, but women rarely do.

If you think getting old is tough for men, let me tell you, it’s no picnic for women. Once your tits fall, you become pretty much visible to fifty percent of the population.

She wasn't like a jukebox; you never had to put in a dime and she never came unplugged.

A woman's love is strange and cruel and nearly always clear-sighted, love that sees is always horrible love, and she knew walking away was right and so she walked, dismissing the cries as only another part of the boy's development, like smiles from gas or scraped knees.