"'This afternoon, in the office...for seven minutes... well, I only know what the hell I was doing during that time because I've got it on a tape recorder.'" Section 1, p. 23

"'The twentieth century excuse, the favorite of goldbrickers filing fake disability claims, politicians trying to explain why they were drunk in a motel with naked teenage girls - '" Section 1, p. 39

"'I need to be Marty Stillwater.'" Section 1, p. 86

"'I want what's mine, mine, damn it, my life, mine, I want my life, my destiny, my Paige, she's mine, my Charlotte, my Emily -'" Section 2, p. 125

"'He contrives to look exactly like you, spouts a lot of strange stuff about wanting his life back, comes armed with an assassin's gun threaded for a silencer, uses burglary tools like a Hollywoodized professional heist artist in a caper movie, takes two bullets in the chest but isn't...