“Randy held out the koosh. “What is it?” “I have no idea,” Donna said. “Your asshole scrubber?”

“Truax held up a business card. Randolph “The Hammer” Tinker Attorney at Law “I nail justice in the face.”

“Truax had another marshmallow poised to go into his open mouth, but he froze after hearing Dale’s outburst. “I don’t think I like your attitude, Dale. Everyone is addicted to something. Drugs, power, sex. Might as well be to something wholesome, like these little sweet white puffs, made from 100% all natural unicorn poop.” “That’s not where marshmallows come from.” Truax grabbed Dale by the shirt and pulled him against the cell bars. “Yes it is, damn you!” “Okay, okay! Marshmallows are unicorn poop!”

“I may have no idea what I'm talking about," I said, a little ticked off now. "But we're all a part of a minority waiting for a majority to pull their heads out of their asses.”

“Since I am determined to join myself to God, I find that I am also bound to be the enemy of his enemies. And since I find nothing that is more his enemy than the self that is me, I am constrained to hate this part of me more than any other.”

“I thought you make your living as a thief.""No," he said. "That’s what I do for fun.”

“He recalls what that first German soldier said to his major: No God-not yours or mine-approves of what you're doing.”