Yonder Stands Your Orphan

"I was Jezebel who fell out of her window onto the street and the dogs licked up her blood. I have betrayed my marriage, over and over. I played all evil rock bands that there are on the stereo, at deafening volume. Lynyrd Skynyrd. Can you call this life?"

"If you were fourth and fifteen on your own one-yard line in the last thirty seconds of the game, would Jesus know what to do?" Egan had laughed wildly. "Of course! Bomb to Peter. No other choice."
"Peter dropped the ball for Christ at the crucifixion, my friend," said Morris.
"That's why he ain't ever going to drop one again, Willie."

Better a drunkard's napping berth than billiards. One man had a giant catfish fellate him there. He was not ashamed to return.