“Parallel tough-guy nods. Man fix boat! Man be strong!"What now?" I asked, hoping to divert the two from actually beating their chests.”

“Love isn’t stackable and interlocking, like boxes or Legos. Love is like a one-legged man standing on a three-legged chair that is placed on top of a two-legged piano. I should know, because I’m the guy trying to tune that piano, fix that chair, and affix a prosthetic leg to that guy—who happens to be my piano teacher. Mr. Balloonky, you get down from there now!
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“I don't ask myself what did I live for, said Carlene strongly. That is a man's question. I ask whom did I live for. ”

“Karrin, eh?" Thomas asked.I nodded. "She's real serious about order. A man dying, she can understand. A man coming back. That's different.""Isn't she Catholic?" Thomas asked. "Don't they have a guy?”

“Do you believe that you will die? Yes, man is mortal, I am a man, ergo... No, that isn't what I mean. I know that you know that. What I'm asking is: Have you ever actually believed it, believe it completely, believe not with your mind but with your body, actually felt that one day the fingers now holding this very piece of paper will be yellow and icy...?”

“we like to think of it as parallel to what we knowonly bigger. one man against the authorities.or one man against a city of zombies. one manwho is not, in fact, a man, sent to understandthe caravan of men now chasing him like red antslet loose down the pants of america. man on the run.”