I continue to swim – but only because blind habit, blind instinct, blind fear of drowning are still more strong than the horror of our journey. (Chapter 2)

Chance drowns the worthy with the unworthy, bears up the unfit with the fit by whatever definition, and makes the night-sea journey essentially haphazard as well as murderous and unjustified. (Chapter 2)

God served us on our terms and in our house… for better or worse it was not in our make-up to serve Him in His. (Chapter 3)

Vanity frets about his name, Pride vaunts it, Knowledge retches at its sound, Understanding sighs; all live outside it, knowing well that I and my sign are neither one nor quite two. (Chapter 3)

Where there’s a voice there’s a speaker. (Chapter 4)

A child is not its parents, but sum of their conjoined shames. (Chapter 4)

Not every kid thrown to the wolves ends a hero: for each survivor, a mountain of beast-baits... (Chapter 4)