"I come to save, but who can grasp great purpose with vision clouded by terror? My hoes crash around me like shattered icons. I slip my right hand behind my back and grip the butt of the pistol." Prologue, Page 13

"The real freaks are on their way home from work. My wife should be as well." Chapter 1, Page 20

"The heart of the house is the kitchen. It is a long room, and too narrow. I once thought of tearing out a wall and expanding it, but a black carpenter friend told me that since the entire house seemed held to this core by some form of redneck magic, I'd do better to enjoy rubbing asses with my wife whenever we passed between the stove and the opposite counter at the same time. That turned out to be good advice." Chapter 1, Page 23

"To Bob Anderson, 'politically correct' means you...