“Okay there, Ty?""Yes, sir," Ty answered with a grimace. "Bad leg. Old football injury. Tripped over the water boy. There was Gatorade everywherem it was horrible.”

“Not everything needs to be planned, Zane,” Ty answered with a tinge of frustration. “Not everything needs a why or how.”

“He had no doubt that he knew who Ty was now, inside and out. He knew every one of Ty's quirks and weak spots and favorite things. He knew what Ty found funny and what annoyed him. He knew what would break his heart. He knew how to touch him to drive him wild, and when to back off when Ty was having a bad day. He knew that Ty was kind and loyal and funny, that he had a deep sense of honor and righteousness. He knew that Ty would die to save a stranger, and kill to save a friend. That was the type of man he was.”

“I would have chosen you over anything," Zane hissed. He pulled back, breaking Ty's hold, bunched the front of Ty's shirt in both hands, and jerked Ty forward until they were nose-to-nose, until Ty's feet weren't solidly on the floor. "My job, my family, my wife. I would have given my life for you! But you! You can't even given me the truth!”

“czy ty kochałaś ich Caddy czyś ty ich kochała kiedy mnie dotykali umierałam”

“Ksiądz(wstrzymuje)Co to ma znaczyć?...szalony! czy można?Odbierzcie mu żelazo, rozdejmijcie pięście.Jesteś ty chrześcijanin? taka myśl bezbożna!Znasz ty Ewangeliją?PustelnikA znasz ty nieszczęście?”