“How deep was the grim sorter of the dark and the foul going to send me?”

“…and he wasn't reconciled to dying. Dora told him he was going to a better world. "Mebbe, mebbe," says poor Ben, "but I'm sorter used to the imperfections of this one.”

“For Hell and the foul fiend that rulesGod's everlasting fiery jails(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,Are senseless stories, idle tales,Dreams, whimseys, and no more.”

“A month's salary, deep regret, the telephone number of some foul rehab clinic and my lance was free.”

“Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.”

“You're going to have to drive off the road and park behind thoses bushes," I instructed Vee.Vee leaned forward, peering into the darkness. "Is that a ditch between me and the bushes ?""It's not very deep. Trust me, we'll clear it.""Looks deep to me. This is a Neon we're talking about, not a Hummer.”