“The top drawer was locked, but I forced it open. You know what else was in there, Sanders? Some of the skankiest jerk-off material I have ever seen." "Kids?" Andy asked. He wouldn't be surprised. When the devil got a preacher, he was apt to fall low, indeed. Low enough to put on a tophat and crawl under a rattlesnake. "Worse, Sanders." He lowered his voice. "Orientals.”
“Low enough to put on a tophat and crawl under a rattlesnake”
“Oh, you know Andy. He wouldn't feel sorry for himself if he got his hand cut off. He told me it could have been worse." Andy's favorite line: it can always get worse.”
“What have I done to deserve that look?" He asked in a low voice so that nobody else could hear.”
“You love me," he argued, his voice soft, low. "I've seen it.”
“He isn’t like us Low. You know that right.” I knew what Cage was saying. Marcus was out of my league. He didn’t want me thinking there could ever be anything between me and his roommate. I was low class. Marcus was a rich kid.“I’m not stupid Cage.”