“...all the beasts from sloth to pigmy shrew, arrayed silently in ordered cavalcade as if waiting admission to the Ark.”

“Women can be divided, more or less, into cows and shrews, and the shrews are to be avoided. [p. 74]”

“She suddenly began to jump up and down, screaming at the top of her lungs. "The arks are after me! The arks are after me! Help me, the arks are after me!"...."The arks! You don't understand, I have the ring and the arks are after me!"....(and so the police officer is puzzled long enough for Miriam and Seth to escape)”

“Tragedy of the Commons: while each person can agree that all would benefit from common restraint, the incentives of the individuals are arrayed against that outcome.”

“For me, it´s sloth," I say. "Hedonistic sloth and escapism.”

“For the first time, there’s no barrier between us and we make eye contact. All of a sudden, I feel like the character in Raiders of the Lost Ark—the one who watches in horror as the wispy, beautiful angels floating from the Ark of the Covenant morph into howling, homicidal demons. You know, right before he melts like a cheap candle.”