“Maybe if God gives you a handicap, he makes sure you've got a few extra doses of humor to take the edge off.”

“you've got to burnstraight up and downand then maybe sidewisefor a whileand have your gutsscrambled by abullyand the demonicladies,you've got to runalong the edge of madnessteetering,you've got to starvelike a winteralleycat,you've go to livewith the imbecilityof at least a dozencities,then maybemaybemaybeyou might knowwhere you arefor a tinyblinkingmoment.”

“You've got to think of every talent you have, every gift you could give the world around you. And you've got to take the chance of giving it. (246)”

“I told Ersken, "Lately it's been like living on the knife's edge, never knowing which side I'll fall off on"Ersken clapped me on the shoulder as we stepped into the street. "Cheer up, Beka. Maybe you were going to fall off that razor's edge before, but not today," he said, as good humored as always. "Today we're doing to jump.”

“Maybe the truly handicapped people are the ones that don't need God as much.”

“How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock.”