In every life there are events that reshape one's sense of existence. Afterward, all is different and the past is dimmed. - Annie Proulx

Quoyle with regards to Petal, his wife, "There was a month of fiery happiness. Then six kinked years of suffering...In another time, in another sex, she would have been Genghis Khan.

As he cut, the wildness of the world receded, the vast invisible web of filaments that connected human life to animals, trees to flesh and bones to grass shivered as each tree fell and one by one the web strands snapped.

Dad, there's smoke coming out of the can and coming out of your mouth, too. How do you do that, daddy?