“That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.”

“Remember Milo's end,
Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.”

“Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.”

“Oh, wonderful. I killed his father. He hates me. He knows how to make bombs. Come on, Wedge, how does this story end?”

“There is a thin line between respect and fear. Some people end up confusing or mixing the two.”

“Time has a way of blunting the sharpest edge of determination.”

“Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.”

“Through thick and thin, we're brothers to the bitter end. And if you're going to hell, buddy, I'm driving the bus.”

“Where wedges are worthless, the finger nails may serve.”

“If I'm walking on thin ice, I might as well dance my way across.”