Father says don’t kill your principles just because the government is paying for the funeral. - James Morrow

I've always regretted not having a brother. Maybe I shouldn't."
"For me it's always been like having pubic hair. You have it, but what the hell is it for?

There's something else, Beverly. I'm a minister of the Lord. This will be unusual for me, a kind of experiment."
"I know all about it, Reverend. You folks do more experimenting than Princeton's entire physics department.

She was by some standards slovenly, failing to see any virtue in made beds, since, as she put it, you are either asleep or somewhere else. On her birthdays she was sad. This tradition traced to earliest childhood, when she had consistently misinterpreted her birthday parties to mean that she was dying. Why else would the world be going to such exorbitant lengths to cheer her up?
Science was her first love. Long after the preschool years, she aspired to know the why of everything. Why babies had a Babinski reflex, and why the reflex disappeared. Why people licked their upper lips when concentrating, and why there was humor. Tez wanted to understand light. She wanted to solve mud, decipher rocks, and unlock grass.