“Go ahead, nigga,” Jah said, aiming the pistol at the cabdriver’s face. “You got some frog in you?”

“Life and Jah are one in the same. Jah is the gift of existence. I am in some way eternal, I will never be duplicated. The singularity of every man and woman is Jah's gift. What we struggle to make of it is our sole gift to Jah. The process of what that struggle becomes, in time, the Truth.”

“Yeah,” "Jah said, seriously taking in Spooky’s words. “You’re right, my dude. I’m just gonna lay it out for shorty and let the cards fall wherever they fall.” “That’s what I’m talking about.” Spooky nudged him. “And when you speak to Yoshi, ask her if she’s got a friend.” “How the hell … ?” “Jah, you’re like my brother. I know you.” Spooky gave him a wink.”

“Because you know that's all I needs, all I wants, is for you to try to run, to turn your back on me and run. I know you aint going to. Because all you got to beat is me. I got to beat old Carothers. Get your pistol.""No," the other said. "Go home. Get out of here. Tonight I will come to your house-----""After this?" Lucas said. "Me and you, in the same country, breathing the same air even? No matter what you could say, what you could even prove so I would have to believe it, after this? Get your pistol.”

“He says his aim is poetry. One does not aim at poetry with pistols. At poets, perhaps.”

“ Yo ! Imma tell you like it is. I don't love niggas , I don't trust niggas and I damn sure don't cuff niggas ”