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“Clint repined for his childhood when Lucy would help him get into his pajamas and then tuck him into bed with a hug and a kiss. She tucked him in every single night until he was 11 or 12, and she stopped only when he refused to let her do it anymore. He ached to go back in time and tell her, 'It’s okay, Mom. I’m not too big yet.' Too, he longed to be a kid again so that his biggest problem would be getting ready for the next exam or sports contest—not death and funerals.”
― William T. Prince, The Legend of Sasquatch

“A man was dead, and that is no small matter. Regardless of circumstances, no matter the justification, anyone who can cause the death of another human being and not feel some ambivalence about it is one sick bastard. Normal, compassionate people just can’t feel good about killing and dying, even when killing and dying are necessary.”
― William T. Prince, The Legend of Sasquatch

“Clint’s body count was now up to five—six including the vegetable. Killing was becoming a habit, and Clint realized that it was starting to bother him less each time. He feared that he was becoming desensitized to death, too accustomed to killing.”
― William T. Prince, The Legend of Sasquatch