“She cried in a voice that hit me between the eyebrows and went out at the back of my head.”

“Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!"”

“Daddy gave me real useful information to protect me in the real world. If anyone hits me, I'm not to hit them back. I wait until their back is turned, then hit them in the head with a brick.”

“She kissed me, her mouth tasting of liverwurst on rye. She sat back, breathing with relief. I took out my handkerchief and wiped the sweat from my forehead…She pulled me down and her arms went around me and we fought until I thought it was absurd. I sat back and tried to think of another escape.”

“I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.”

“Who knew hitting my head and passing out would be so much fun?”

“I didn't try to hit him. I just tried to make my pitch and the ball went out of my hand.”

“Well, what? Sophie-"
"I hit her on the head with a mirror," Sophie said hopelessly. "One of those silver-backed ones, so it was quite heavy. She went down just like a stone, miss. So I… I tied her to the bed and I came looking for you.”

“Ooo there's a thin line between dreams and memories
I'll be losin' my mind 'til she comes back to me.”

“If I went to the pub lunch and cleared my head with a pint surely there would be an insight, a flash of inspiration. Surely. My money went over the bar. The pint came back. Nothing else.”