Imagery:
"Raleigh Hayes always walked fast, even if he was only walking to the bathroom, even if he was only walking along the beach. He hurried because forty-five years had already gotten away from him, because life was always two uncatchable steps in front of him, running away like a burglar with satchels full of all the things that should have belonged to Raleigh Hayes—like money, position, a home in which nothing was unrepaired, and, in general, a future, and, mostly, his just deserts."
"The Buddhas laughed like fools, as if Christ had just told them a big joke, at Raleigh's expense."
"A thin boy in a Marine uniform, his hair shaved to a nub, his pimples scrubbed to a flame, was now fidgeting behind Raleigh, slapping his coin loudly from palm to palm."
Handling Sin: A Novel