“it was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory." p 380”

“The observer, that old record keeper, the chronicler of events, made his appearance in that taxi. The hands of my clock turned elastic while I imprinted these feelings in memory. You must remember this. It was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.”

“All my ghosts had vanished; the retribution that they sought had been exacted. I had nothing more to give, and nothing to fear.”

“He invited me to a world that wasn't secret, but it was well hidden. You needed a guide. You had to know what to look for, but also how to look. You had to exert yourself to see this world." p 224”

“And as for my father? No, he wouldn't ever walk through those gates; I now knew that. Whatever Thomas Stone had, wherever he was at this moment, he had no idea what he'd given up in the exchange.”

“That's the funny thing about America - the blessed thing. As many people as there are to hold you back, there are angels whose humanity makes up for all the others." p 405”

“A man is only as rich as the number of children he fathers. After all, what else do we leave behind in this world...”