"I see that knife but it doesn’t bother me, the shape said. I have a gun in the house."
"Forty years ago he had set out a row of cedars that extended for over a quarter of a mile, that ran from the road he’d just left and crossed the wide field to the fencerow that had enclosed his garden. He thought for an amused moment that if he was ever remembered for anything it would likely be the cedar row."
"You wanted to make it hard on me. But I’ve got news for you. Hard’s what I’m used to. I’ve always been able to make do. I can live in a brush arbor. I could live set out on a flat rock in the sun."
"Worse yet, you’re goin straight to hell. When I look at you settin there now it’s like you’re already on your way. Comin into the city limits of hell. Your hair’s startin to singe and little blue flames are flickerin all over you."