“the spoons jumped off the rack. And a couple of times I've heard a man call my name when no one else was here”

“I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sinI've seen a tough man cry, I've seen a loser winAnd a sad man grin, I heard an honest man lieI've seen the good side of bad and the downside of upAnd everything betweenI licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cupAnd smoked the finest greenI stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of timesBefore I broke their heartYou know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start”

“You know my name, not my story. You've heard what I've done, but not what I've been through.”

“Tonight I walked around the pond scaring frogs; a couple of them jumped off, going, in effect, eek, and most grunted, and the pond was still. But one big frog, bright green like a poster-paint frog, didn't jump, so I waved my arm and stamped to scare it, and it jumped suddenly, and I jumped, and then everything in the pond jumped, and I laughed and laughed.”

“Pastors are starting to get wily. When people tell my friend, 'I'm not being fed,' he replies, 'I'm prefectly happy to spoon feed my one-year-old. But if I'm still spoon-feeding him when he's five, we've got a problem. Here's a fork. Feed yourself.”

“He was a man who fucked in silence. And when he climaxed, long, hard, endlessly, inside her tight body, he heard his voice in the darkness. Calling her name.”