“Solutions like, We solve the problems? Or solutions like, We dissolve fuckers in acid?”

“It felt like the moment before the Savior comes. And the Savior did come, but we had to wait a long time.”

“Or maybe that wasn't the time it snowed. Maybe it was the time we slept in the truck and I rolled over on the bunnies and flattened them. It doesn't matter. What's important for me to remember now is that early the next morning the snow was melted off the windshield and the daylight woke me up. A mist covered everything and, with the sunshine, was beginning to grow sharp and strange. The bunnies weren't a problem yet, or they'd already been a problem and were already forgotten, and there was nothing on my mind. I felt the beauty of the morning. I could understand how a drowning man might suddenly feel a deep thirst being quenched. Or how a slave might become a friend to his master.”

“War is ninety percent myth anyway, isn’t it? In order to prosecute our own wars we raise them to the level of human sacrifice, don’t we, and we constantly invoke our God. It’s got to be about something bigger than dying, or we’d all turn deserter.”

“We can’t always tell the whole story about ourselves.”

“And yet we were always being found innocent for ridiculous reasons.”

“Her midriff bare, like the denizen...of some pampering seraglio.”