What do you see, girl? You see the body of a woman, the temple of creation and motherhood. You see the flesh of Eve that man since Adam has profaned. That body was meant for begettin’ children. It was not meant for the lust of men!
Anyway, to get at the transmitter, I had to take my fingernail off.
I can tell he sells marijuana just by how he drives.
I don’t know how the epidemic started. All I know is that some people, on the seventh night after their death, come back to life. I call them Returners, but frankly I can’t understand why they’re so anxious to return. The only way to get rid of them once and for all is to split their heads open. A spade’ll do it, but a dum-dum bullet is best.
There are mysterious parts in that book, but the only true mystery is that our very lives are governed by dead people.