“Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.”

“I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.”

“A guy sitting in the room someplace I can't see is talking about a guy up on Disturbed that killing himself. Old Rawler. Cut both nuts off and bled to death, sitting right on the can in the latrine, half a dozen people in there with him didn't know it till he fell off to the floor, dead. What makes people so impatient is what I can't figure; all the guy had to do was wait.”

“Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic?”

“I don't seem able to get it straight in my mind....”

“You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see...”

“He knows that there's no better way in the world to aggravate somebody who's trying to make it hard for you than by acting like you're not bothered.”