Book One, Joy to the World, page 23, Hugh Chance:
"We're both washed up," he said. "Both athletic wrecks. That's how me and that old geezer are alike."

Book Two, Dogmatomachy, page 163, Officer Hervano:
"But lo and behold, not five minutes after dying—though even Christ himself had the good manners to stay down three days—up onto the girder swings the ugliest pardon my French face of the stupidest excuse of a hero I ever hope to see."

Book Two, Dogmatomachy, page 169, Hugh:
There is a part of me that wants to state flat out that I learned more in the hedge about the defiance of dullness and career death, about the glory hidden in defeat, about the amazing inner capacities of a straightforward no-frills man—even a man stripped of hope—than I've learned anywhere since.

Book Two, Dogmatomachy, page 187, Hugh:
Then she...