“Like a rainbow trout in a stream, the girl sometimes flashed her true self to him.”

“The missing girl—there had been unceasing news reports, always flashing to that achingly ordinary school portrait of the vanished teen, you know the one, with the rainbow-swirl background, the girl's hair too straight, her smile too self-conscious, then a quick cut to the worried parents on the front lawn, microphones surrounding them, Mom silently tearful, Dad reading a statement with quivering lip—that girl, that missing girl had just walked past Edna Skylar.”

“You know why God invented Golf?' Service asked the ME, who shrugged. 'To keep assholes off trout streams.”

“sometimes looking for the gold at the end of the rainbow, is like looking for the good in people”

“Because -' she looked up at Bill and gave him a smile that lit up her face, granting him a sudden flash of her true beauty - 'love never die, Mister Bill. It never die.”

“It’s true—there are only, like, two songs about rainbows, including that one. He should be asking why there are so few songs about rainbows.”