“Our faith was a flickering flame.”

“Central Wyoming was like hell without the flames, an underworld thrust up onto the surface.”

“Men who turn their faith into a business owe all of us a steak dinner now and then.”

“Spirit was a by-product of activity, like the reflection from a spinning fan blade, and our souls in the end did not reside within us but flowed outward from our movements.”

“This was all our world was made of: decomposed visions. Not atoms --- bits of dreams.”

“We're a telephone family, strung out along the wires, sharing our news in loops and daisy chains. We don't meet face-to-face much, and when we do there's a dematerialized feeling, as though only half of our molecules are present.”

“Our habit of wishing backward from what is to what might have been is the soft but persistent tapping that cracks the crystal.”