“I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one.”

“Firequencher raised his hand. "I've been staying out of family conversations. Do I get credit for that?”

“My husband is a good man," she said. "It's important to him to be a good man. He has to not only be good, he has to believe that he's good. In the eyes of God, in my eyes, in his parents' eyes, in his own eyes. Good.”

“I think Bonzo died. I dreamed about it last night. I remembered the way he looked after I jammed his face with my head. I think I must have pushed his nose back into his brain. The blood was coming out of his eyes. I think he was dead right then.”

“If the other fellow can't tell you his story, you can never be sure he isn't trying to kill you.”

“So I want to ask you a hypothetical question.My favorite kind. Next to rhetorical ones. I can nap equally well through either kind.”

“What did this portend? He still breathed, the instruments did not change, his heart beat on. But he called to Peter. Did this mean that he longed to live the life of his child of the mind, Young Peter? Or in some kind of delirium was he speaking to his brother the Hegemon? Or earlier, his brother as a boy. Peter, wait for me. Peter, did I do well? Peter, don't hurt me. Peter, I hate you. Peter for one smile of yours I'd die or kill. What was his message?”