“(My proudest moment as a child was the time I beat my uncle Pierre at Scrabble with the seven-letter word FARTING.)”

“Jeff is the annoying kind of Scrabble player who plays a lot of obscure two-letter words that shouldn't count but for whatever reason are considered legitimate. My father is the annoying kind of Scrabble player who takes hours with his turn and then plays deliberately misspelled words that no one has the heart to call him out on. I am the perfect Scrabble player, both serious and considerate. Obviously I lost by a lot.”

“...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...”

“The proudest heart that ever beat,Hath been subdued in me;The wildest will that ever rose--To scorn Thy cause or aid Thy foes--Is quelled, my God, by Thee!Thy will, and not my will, be done;Henceforth I'd be forever Thine;Confessing Thee, the Living Word,My Savior Christ, my God, my Lord,Thy Cross shall be my sign!”

“I knew full well that Lane considered himself more family than servant to my uncle, and that my uncle felt the same; the only real question was who considered himself the father and who the child.”

“Forgive. Such a small word. Only seven letters but they carry the weight of the world.”