“I hate reality but it's still the best place to get a good steak.”

“He’s dreaming, Cloquet thought, as he stood over him, revolver in hand. He’s dreaming, and I exist in reality. Cloquet hated reality but realized it was still the only place to get a good steak.”

“I'm not crazy about reality, but it's still the only place to get a decent meal.”

“I get tired of hearing it's a crummy world and that people are no damned good. What kind of talk is that? I know a place in Payette, Idaho, where a cook and a waitress and a manager put everything they've got into laying a chicken-fried steak on you.”

“I hate it!" he said. "I don't want to be human anymore.""Neither do I," she said. "It's not a good place to be.”

“Good thing she didn't kick hard enough. My jewels are still intact! My meat is still edible! My tube steak is fully functional! The frank is still above the beans!”