“Sometimes," said Will, "they're even supposed to blow up.”

“Fuck the Albertans," Steeply said. "Who's worried about the Albertans? The Albertans' idea of a blow to the U.S. plexus is they blow up rangeland in Montana. They're wackos.”

“I sometimes wonder if it's just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they're supposed to be by going nowhere.”

“I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.”

“May intelligent, bookish ladies sometimes be reformed?" he asked her.She thought about it."I suppose it may be within the bounds of possibility," she said, "even if not of probability.”

“Can't figure women. Sometimes they're afraid of a spider, other times they're not afraid to stand right up to the devil.”