“His pursuer was closing in. Audible footsteps sent frantic signals down his spine to his feet by way of his bowels. The call was to run, and if the feet didn't, the bowels would.”

“It was in this pub he'd learnt that, contrary to the belief of the majority of those laying bets, it is possible to flatten a hundred frogs with a hammer in less than thirty seconds. In short, it was a pub with a reputation. And very slimy walls.”

“Everything is connected. The wing of the corn beetle affects the direction of the wind, the way the sand drifts, the way the light reflects into the eye of man beholding his reality. All is part of totality, and in this totality man finds his hozro, his way of walking in harmony, with beauty all around him.”

“Stella explained that when he had arrived, because of his English accent, she had assumed that he was me, and had asked where his fridge was. She didn't tell me what his reply was, and we can only hazard a guess, but I was impressed that he had been prepared to stay the night. It is surely a brave man who goes ahead and checks into an establishment where the first question is 'Where's your fridge?'. Especially if, as he had done, you had arrived by motorcycle.”

“...I would run to close those last few feet between us - reckless as always - and I would be in his marble arms, finally safe.”

“dialectics, as a veteran communist explained . . . 'is the art and technique of always landing on your feet.”

“I have yet to hear God's audible voice, although I have often felt led by God in more subtle ways.”