The man sat watching the road, the weedstem twirling in his mouth and the threadthin shadow of it going long… — Cormac McCarthy

Don't flang him off the bluff, boys. Tain't christian.

Yes mam. I'm sorry you've had such troubles.

Mm-hmm. Sorry. Don’t need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

I've seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.