Anyway, as the old barrelhouse song says, My God, how the money rolled in. Norton must have subscribed to the old Puritan notion that the best way to figure out which folks God favours is by checking their bank acounts.

She couldn't be on his wavelength all the time. That's all. When you could recognize that and deal with it, you were on your way to an adult relationship.

Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.

Gordie: Do you think I'm weird? Chris: Definitely. Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird? Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird

In the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught.

Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.

And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.