“More and more, he heard his spine playing stick games through his skin, singing old dusty words, the words of all his years.”

“He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs...”

“No Scrabble. More and more of his friends were playing it now, in a knowing ironic way, triple-word-score-craving freaks, but it seemed to him like a game designed expressly to make him feel stupid and bored.”

“A man doesn't grow old because he has lived a certain number of years. A man grows old when he deserts his ideal. The years may wrinkle his skin, but deserting his ideal wrinkles his soul.”

“Salvation is more than a word, It is His Word. His word became flesh so we have the opportunity to live.”

“The more the words of others impressed him with their factual content, the more he felt he must wait for his own facts before being tempted into words.”