The devotion with which Eugene regarded his Maker was vocal, unwavering, and driven by terror. There was no question of Christ's power to lift the burden of the imprisoned, the oppressed and oppressive, the drunk, the bitter, the sorry. But the loyalty He demanded was absolute, for His engines of mercy. -pg 166

"We got to be willing to die for Him like He was willing to die for us. And when we take up the deadly serpent and handle it in His name, we show our love for Him just as He shown it for you and me." -pg 169

But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't forget that nobody cared if she was having fun or not. -pg 179

The woods were still and frightening; even in broad daylight the gloomy footpath - choked to a thread - was always dark beneath the dense, vine-strangled canopy of ailanthus, stunted sweetgum, and pine. The air was damp and unwholesome, whining with mosquitos, and the silence broken only occasionally: by the startling crash of a rabbit through the thicket, or the harsh caws of unseen birds. -pg 311

"I watch, and am as a sparrow alone on the house top." Time healed all wounds, he said. But when? -pg 425

Birds - birds everywhere , great black cawing explosions of them, like radioactive fallout, like shrapnel. They were a bad sign: words and dreams and laws and numbers, storms of information in his head, indecipherable, on the wing and spiraling. -pg 495