“well, it sounds strange, but when i think of God, i think of a soft whirring noise - like a spinning ball of energy - something i can tap into when i need it. ”

“You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.”

“When I get tired, and I don't think I have another ounce of energy left, I just cling to God's hem.~Mama Sato”

“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”

“I like the sound of people's voices, and I think what a man says can very well tell what he's thinking, whether he's lying or not.”

“So I think when you tap into something that you really want to do, you have to fight for it, even if the fight is with yourself.”