"His life, he thought with little amusement, was like his refrigerator—and his refrigerator contained a six-pack of light beer, three cans of diet caffeine-free coke, and a slowly fossilizing jar of mustard." p. 20

"Bekker's brain was a calculator, an empty vessel, a tangle of energy, a word processor, and an expert anatomist. But never more than one thing at a time." p. 21

"Before the Minneapolis cops had beaten him with their pistols, Bekker had been beautiful, but now Beauty was dead." p. 142

"'I used to get beat up whenever I needed to get laid. Worked like a charm...Are you trying to get laid?'" p. 166

"He was snared in the eight-seven-eight loop, captivated by the sheer infinity of it, a loop that would last longer than the sun, would last longer than the universe, would go on for...what?" p. 192

"'Come to the gingerbread house...