“The jeep would round the bend, be hit by a dozen bullets at once, and that would be the end of his petty history of unfocused groping and unimportant dissatisfactions.”

“...he felt that his life was nothing more than a light that would blink once in the history of the universe and then be forgotten.”

“Byron had to blink a dozen times, each time hoping the dream would end. But the unreal was real.”

“If a man had a little button sewn on the inner pocket of his coat 'on principle' his otherwise unimportant and quite serviceable action would become charged with importance--it is not improbable that it would result in the formation of a society.”

“We need to talk," he insisted, opening the door to his jeep that was parked next to my car. I was still holding out hope this would end and I would see his smile soon. "What's wrong?" I retaliated before I go in. "There's something you need to know, something I haven't told you," he said, taking my backpack from me.”

“It's been a pleasure, she-wolf.' He climbed out of the jeep before I could hit him.”