“I had a definite sense of somehow being a passenger in an evil vehicle crusing through Paradise.”

“The bicycle is a curious vehicle. Its passenger is its engine. ”

“Being told when to shit, shower, shave, eat, and sleep isn't my idea of paradise. But then again, Paradise, where i grew up, wasn't paradise either. I'm wondering if paradise is just some word in the dictionary with the definition: this doesn't fucking exist.--Caleb to himself”

“Something foreign is always living itself through you. Your whole life is the vehicle for something to come to earth An evil spirit. A theory. Amarketing campaign. A political strategy. A religious doctrine.”

“What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand.I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.”

“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.”