Anyone can be crazy. That's usually just because there's something screwed up in your wiring, you know? But suicide is a whole different thing. I mean, how much do you have to hate yourself to want to just wipe yourself out?

— Michael Thomas Ford

Faith, he had learned that night in front of the flickering television, was most glorious when it was most untouched by reason.

— Michael Thomas Ford

He had never been a religious person. Even as a child he had found the notion of an omnipotent creator who punished his creations inconsistently for minor infractions of a vaguely defined moral code to be unthinkable to anyone with an ounce of sense.

— Michael Thomas Ford

He lifted his shirt, and on his back was the White Rabbit, wearing his waistcoat and looking at his watch. It was just like the illustration from the book. Only standing next to him, back-to-back, was another White Rabbit wearing a leather motorcycle jacket and boots and smoking a cigar.

— Michael Thomas Ford

He said that I have to remember that even though I've changed a lot in here, I'm going back to a world that hasn't changed

— Michael Thomas Ford

I believe that God—if he exists at all—is what we want him to be. The true God is unknowable, and so we dress him up in costumes that make him visible to us. Then we come up with a lot of very silly rules that we attribute to him and tell everyone if they don't follow those rules, they can't be part of the gang.

— Michael Thomas Ford

I didn't realize there was a ranking." I said. "Sadie frowned. "What do you mean?" "A ranking," I said. "You know, what's crazier than what." "Oh, sure there is," Sadie said. She sat back in her chair. "First you have your generic depressives. They're a dime a dozen and usually pretty boring. Then you've got the bulimics and the anorexics. They're slightly more interesting, although usually they're just girls with nothing better to do. Then you start getting into the good stuff: the arsonists, the schizophrenics, the manic-depressives. You can never quite tell what those will do. And then you've got the junkies. They're completely tragic, because chances are they're just going to go right back on the stuff when they're out of here." "So junkies are at the top of the crazy chain," I said. Sadie shook her head. "Uh-uh," she said. "Suicides are." I looked at her. "Why?" "Anyone can be crazy," she answered. "That's usually just because there's something screwed up in your wiring, you know? But suicide is a whole different thing. I mean, how much do you have to hate yourself to want to just wipe yourself out?

— Michael Thomas Ford

I knew people were talking, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't interested in anything anyone had to say.

— Michael Thomas Ford

I'm not sure what a good person is, exactly. On the one hand, it could be someone who always play by the rules. But someone can follow the rules and still be a real jerk, you know? In fact, some of the biggest idiots I know are people who follow the rules, usually because they make you feel like crap when you don't.

— Michael Thomas Ford

In my opinion any activity during which you can enjoy a beverage is not a sport. It is a party.

— Michael Thomas Ford