What a wonderful thing a woman is. I can admire what they do even if I don't understand why. - John Steinbeck

He was a fine steady man, Juan Chicoy, part Mexican and part Irish, perhaps fifty years old, with clear black eyes, a good head of hair, and a dark and handsome face. Mrs Chicoy was insanely in love with him and a little afraid of him too, because he was a man, and there aren't very many of them, as Alice Chicoy had found out. There aren't very many of them in the world, as everyone finds out sooner or later.

I guess a man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, and then steps in it.

It don't take no nerve to do somepin when there ain't nothin' else you can do.