“I start to crack at four hundred to one.”

“I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.”

“On a scale from one to ten,” Captain Krasnitsky muttered, “I give this trip a negative four hundred.”

“The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jewshave four hundred for schmuck.”

“Hundreds,' Joe says. 'Hundreds and hundreds. But then again, I'm old.'So old, Jesus was in your math class,' I say. I crack myself up.”

“You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.”