“Mye, do you ever think of the future?’‘Do I get to have a future?”

“Well, you will have to do. If you had died along with your mother, I would have taught the cat to read.”

“If you want someone to tell you what to think...""You will never be short of people willing to do so.”

“He was bellowing a great many words that were new to Mosca and sounded quite interesting. She memorized them for future use.”

“Desperation is a millstone. It wears away at the very soul, grinding away pity, kindness, humanity and courage. But sometimes it whets the mind to a sharpened point and creates moments of true brilliance. And standing there, nose tickled by the dusty hide of the stuffed deer head, such a moment visited Mosca Mye.”

“My dear fellow," he continued more soberly, "If you have managed to complicate things by forming a sentimental attachment in less than a week, then I doubt there is anything I can do for you. You, sir, are a romantic, and I suspect your condition is incurable.”

“Every time I do what you say I tumble a bit farther down this well of darkness, an' this here is a drop too deep an' too dark for me. I have to stop falling while I can still see a bit of the sky.”