“Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair,’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air,To walk every day in the path that we choose,Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.”

“Paranoia: the gift of the survivor and the burden of the overtired, stressed, and terrified...”

“C’est moi, c’est moi,’tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn’t know if he’d catch the reference. I shouldn’t have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.”

“Reincarnation?”He shrugged. “I’ve never seen any evidence that it’s real. But I’ve never seen anything that disproves it either. I believe the afterlife is better than what we have here—and it would take something extraordinary to make someone willing to come back.”

“Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?”

“When we got to the moron who was sitting in the only path to the stairway, Adam caught my waist and lifted me over before stepping over the man himself.“Scott?” Adam said as we headed upstairs. “Yeah?”“Unless someone shoots you, skins you, and throws the results on the floor, I don’t want to see you lying in the walkway again.”“Yessir!”

“We are none of us perfect, and...we learn to take these imperfections and make them only a small part of who we are”