“Watch it, buster. There's only room for one sarcastic malcontent in this relationship.”

“There's a major fault in Western society. It makes room for only one god, and in only one gender. There's no balance, no co-existence, no partnership.”

“Then why are you getting dressed?” “Maybe I don’t like being the only naked one in the room,” I said sarcastically. And immediately regretted it. “That is easily remedied,” he told me, and pulled off his sweater.”

“It's a pretty blokey magazine [Bacon Busters, 'Australia's only magazine dedicated to pig hunting'], but they have women in it too. There's a 'Boars and Babes' section: women in bikinis sitting on big old pigs.”

“There's always one, isn't there?" Stryker asked rhetorically. In every house, there was always one malcontent jealous prick out to destroy everyone else just for spite. The entire history of the earth was written in the blood of those betrayed by the very people they'd foolishly trusted.”

“In a healthy relationship, there can't be one until there's two!”