Other than a light beading of sweat on his forehead there was little evidence that his labors had cost him anything at all.

“Evening. The dead sheathed in the earth's crust and turning the slow diurnal of…”

“How do I know you're one of the good guys?You dont. You'll have to take a shot.…”

“She looks like her face caught fire and they beat it out with a rake”

“Do you think God knows what's happenin?I expect he does.You think he can stop i…”