“But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?”

“Jesse couldn't picture a more desolate setting to meet his end. He watched the water drops gather and slide down the windshield, remembered how as a child he'd pretend they were eating each other, tried to pretend he was sitting in the back of his daddy's car now heading over to Grandma's for dinner.”

“How will I make a people who do not understand the power of belief believe? And without their belief Mother Earth will wither and Yuletide will fade...and so, too will I...like all the spirits and gods before me.”

“What will happen, will happen.”

“There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.”

“Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.”

“You can never be done with music. No more than you can be done with breathing. The day you quit is the day you die.”