“Thought he had it all before they called his bluffFound out that his skin just wasn't thick enoughWanted to go back to how it was beforeThought he lost everythingThen he lost a whole lot more”

“I've done all I can doCould I please come with you?Sweet smell of sunshineI remember sometimes”

“What have I become?My sweetest friend; everyone I know goes away in the end.And you could have it all:my empire of dirt.I will let you down.I will make you hurt.”

“Without you everything falls apart. Without you it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces.”

“What is a priest doing being a doctor geology?" said Du Pre.Father Van Den Heuvel turned back from his diggings."The Catholic Church," he said, "favors education as the only way to fight off good ideas. They have gotten good at it, having been fighting off good ideas for the last millenium and a half, and they don't learn.”

“Menyara's Creole accent was as thick as his mother's jar of refrigerated roux, and Nick loved the sound of it.He wasn't quite as pleased with his own. No matter how hard he tried to hide his accent, it always came out in certain words like "praline", "etouffee", "pecan", and any time he lost his temper. You could easily tell how mad he was by how Cajun he sounded. And if he started spewing all Cajun words, duck.”

“This wasn't the way he had expected his life to be. It worked, but that was about all. Happiness had got lost somewhere along the way.”