“How can you be dour when you have a tiny duck?”

“Forget the trunk. You can have the back seat ... but you have to duck.”

“I lay there, stretched out, looking at the one star visible through the tiny window of the room. Only connect. How can you do that when the connections are broken?”

“Tiny fists can hurt quite a lot when they hit you in the face.”

“Later that sweltering evening, I climbed into my tiny tent and lay down on top of my bedroll, twisting the lighter blanket around me mummy-style.Ren ducked his head in to check on me and laughed. “Do you always do that?”“Only when camping.”“You know bugs can still get in there.”“Don’t say that. I like to live in ignorance.”

“It's all very well to run around saying regulation is bad, get the government off our backs, etc. Of course our lives are regulated. When you come to a stop sign, you stop; if you want to go fishing, you get a license; if you want to shoot ducks, you can shoot only three ducks. The alternative is dead bodies at the intersection, no fish, and no ducks. OK?(Getting Control of the Frontier, Gainsville Sun, March 22, 1995)”