"I was sitting in my office above the bank with my tie loose and my feet up, reading a book called Play of Double Sense: Spenser's Faerie Queene. Susan Silverman had given it to me, claiming it was my biography. But it wasn't. It turned out to be about the sixteenth-century English poet who spelled his name like mine. The guy that wrote it had become the president of Yale, and I thought maybe if I read it, I could become Allan Pinkerton." Chapter 1, pg. 9

"Was there anywhere else, I thought, that had two streets running side by side with the same name? No, I thought. There wasn't." Chapter 3, pg. 25

"He pointed a finger at Candy Sloan and then pointed the same finger at the commissary door. Dramatic. You could tell he was creative." Chapter 6, pg. 63

"That's where the cops would be: What happened? There were these guys...