“The trick in that town was getting through a night at all without stalling in the sludge of your own thoughts.”

“You’ll find your one-in-a-million. But you’re sharp enough to know there’s no point in sludging through the first nine hundred, ninety-nine thousand, and ninety-nine to get to him.”

“Zealots are one-trick ponies. They love nothing so much as their own cause. Don’t get in their way without expecting to be hurt.”

“The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.”

“If you weren’t there, how do you know someone pushed her?” Sergeant Kenn asked.“Well …,” said Jared.“And what were you doing, running through a strange town at night?”“I was jogging?” Jared offered.“Without your shirt or your shoes?”“Uh,” said Jared.”

“A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Well, at least six or seven, anyway, because a thousand thoughts are a lot. Try counting your own thoughts and see how long it takes you to get to a thousand.”