“(...) Clay knew better. He and Gabriel had been friends for thirty-five years, and Gabe had been talking him into doing recklessly stupid shit for damn near all of them. He was a charismatic crafts...”

“As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something perfect in its own intangible way”

“How do I look?" he asked.Barret grinned. "Old."Moog glanced over appraisingly. "Tired."Gabriel snorted a laugh. "Fuck you guys.”

“You should write a book," Matrick suggested.Kit snorted. "Who wants to read the self-pitying lamentations of an old revenant?""There's your title right there," said Ganelon.”

“Ganelon sighed. "Slowhand...""Never again," Clay said. "Where you stand, I stand.”

“Despite this, his prejudice against helmets remained unchanged. You had your pride, Ganelon had told him once, or you had nothing.”

“Ganelon sighed. "Slowhand...""Never again," Clay said. "Where you stand, I stand.”

“Despite this, his prejudice against helmets remained unchanged. You had your pride, Ganelon had told him once, or you had nothing.”

“Pain is the hammer of the Gods to break a dead resistance in the mortal's heart”

“You can't hammer in a nail with words...""No, but you can start a war with them.”

“If you give a man a hammer, he thinks he can solve all problems by pounding. Well, God gave men penises....”