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'There was a band called The Grace Period that Phoenix had been trying to listen to for the longest time. They were the very first band to ever play inside Phoenix’s head when he wanted them to. However, every time he listened to a song by them, it was very staticy, and very distant.'

'Jakub would become the saint of repentant murderers: whenever one man killed another, Jakub would appear to that man, give him as long as he needed to consider properly what he’d just done, and ask if he regretted it. If he did, the man could take back the murder and it would be as if nothing had ever happened. If he didn’t, then at least he would have acted with true free will.'

'– if God wanted us to have real free will, why did he make men so hot-headed at the same time? God told Jakub that he had already heard these arguments from his angels, and he had ignored them then too. But at last, in frustration, God suggested to Jakub a pact, whereby any man who wanted to murder another man would now get the chance to think it over without passion.'

“All of the bull terriers in town are people. Father thought that they were the least offensive because they are so comical-looking. He said that they might as well be interesting to look at if we had to have them around.”

Uh... huh... Is this an aneurysm-induced hallucination of a statement, or what?

Carroll picked a very strange place inthe novel to pull the rug out from under readers (at the 71% mark).

‘You know, Rabbi, before Darwin the Christians had the Argument from Design,’ said Pearl. ‘They said, “Look at the beautiful butterflies in that meadow! That can only be the Lord’s work.” And the Hebrew just said, “What the hell is a meadow?”’

'Constantly we were having memory lapses, episodes of a kind of jamais vu.' I don't give a shit how many languages an author can speak. Either tell me your story or don't.

'...adults, acquaintances and strangers on social media who offered up their rash opinions and judgments, their mindless preoccupations, always with an unwavering certitude that they were right.'

'Somewhere in the last few years—and I can’t pinpoint exactly when—a vague yet almost overwhelming and irrational annoyance started tearing through me maybe up to a dozen times a day. This annoyance was over things so seemingly minor, so out of my usual field of reference, that I was surprised by how I had to take a deep breath to dismantle this disgust and frustration...'

'And, yes, it is also hot outside.  You have a point there.  But back to the thing I am thinking: I want to bury my face in your hot sweaty pussy and I know you’re gonna be nervous because it’s so hot outside that you think it’s got a little too much musk going on, but I love it.'

'That’s the only thing I’m ever thinking when I’m talking to women.  I would like to see and hold and touch and suck on your titties. May I do that please.  I would like to sniff your used panties, woman who rings up my hamburger.'