“Pure-limbed, white-canopied, one-wheeled, the cart roles on. See him that cometh: faultless, stream-cutter, bondless he.”

“...my limbs became leaden, my head light as yarn on a weaver's spindle. My vision dazzled with the colours of richly shot silk; above me the sky was a tentative white canopy.”

“When I try to imagine a faultless loveOr the life to come, what I hear is the murmurOf underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.”

“Pap said, "Lend me those bolt cutters, Bo""They're in the back of the Explorer."The old man got out the bolt cutter, walked around and snipped one of the leads to the battery on each of the ATV's. The others stood in the darkness watching him, listening to the snip-snip of the bolt cutter."Not a bad idea," said Dave. "That way is any of them get past us, he's going to be on foot.""There's that," Tully said. "And then there's the fact that the old man loves bolt cutters...”

“do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?”

“Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Suffering follows an evil thought as the wheels of a cart follow the oxen that draws it.Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Joy follows a pure thought like a shadow that never leaves.”