“Real gangster-ass Nerdfighters don’t run from nothing… ‘cause real gangster-ass Nerdfighters can’t run fast.”

“The people who control this country are the real gangsters. You know that, right? And if you play by their rules, you're nothing but their slave.”

“My legs are not for show! They're for running fast and kicking ass!”

“I’m tired of running … This is the only thing that’s real. Don’t run from me, Tiny Dancer.”

“Badgers swarm out of the sand;Talk and walk, don't run or stand.Pritaries bite and bite again;Kick and shout and run like wind."Payne checked the small clock again. "Aye," he cut in. "Black Wolf never did get that last verse right. What she should have said was, 'Pritaries like to bite your ass; best to run away real fast.”

“Let's do it then." I reached forward and poked his bare chest with two fingers like we were actors in a gangster movie. "You and me,on the slopes, head-to-head,the slalom and the half-pipe.I will kick." Poke. "Your." Poke. "Ass.”