"'YOU ARE RUDE AND ARROGANT," Blaine said. 'THESE MAY SEEM LIKE INTERESTING TRAITS TO YOU, BUT THEY ARE NOT TO ME.'
'Oh, I can be much ruder than I have been.' Roland of Gilead unfolded his hands and slowly got to his feet. He stood on what appeared to be nothing, legs apart, his right hand on his hip and his left on the sandlewood grip of his revolver. He stood as he had so many times before, in the dusty streets of a hundred forgotten towns, in a score of rocky-cannon killing zones, in unnumbered dark saloons with their smells of bitter beers and old fried meals. It was just another showdown in another empty street." Prologue: Blaine, pg. 3.

"'Ok Blaine. You asked for it. Here comes the cruncher. Why did the dead baby cross the road?'" Part 1: Riddling, Ch. 3: The Fair-Day Goose, pg...