He took the cigar out of his mouth, studied the body on the bunk again. “Come back, damn it,” he said, soft enough so the doctor couldn’t hear. “We need you back.”

The body did not respond.

"Sam -"

"Did you say something, Admiral?"

"No. No, nothing." He looked around again at the Waiting Room, let go a long breath as if he had been holding it the entire time, and turned to go.

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 83

It was a little like being on the farm again. He blinked at a sudden vivid memory of brushing down his father’s only horse, a chestnut like the escape-artist pony. Sam’s father had been a firm believer in up-to-date machinery - the horse was a sentimental leftover.

The resemblance between pony and horse ended there; the horse had been one of the draft breeds, and he’d had to stretch tall to get the withers. There had been a collar scar on the big guy’s neck, and he always brushed it gingerly, even though he knew the sore was long healed, because the horse remembered.

He’d been about ten years old.

He couldn’t remember the horse’s name.

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 86

"Where are you going, sir?" Gushie said from under the table. "Are you coming back?"


“Yeah, I’ll be back. I’m just going to change clothes.” He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could hear the programmer mutter, “Thank God.”

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 83

It was part of his daily ritual. Every day that he was at the Project, for years now, he walked into the Waiting Room to see the body of Sam Beckett and the mind of some other person half-mad with terror, and he said the same thing: “We’re trying our best to get you out of here, kiddo. We’re trying our best to get you home.”


He was never quite sure if he was addressing the body or the mind.

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 79

Al started to say something, hesitated, and took another look at him. He could see the weariness that sometimes threatened to overwhelm his friend in the subtle lines around his eyes - Bob’s eyes. “Sure, okay, Sam. No problem. I’ll be back with you later, okay?”

"Yeah, fine." Sam turned away, barely hearing the Door slide open.

"Sam-" Al started to say more, looking at the other man’s back. When Sam didn’t move, he finished lamely, "Take care of yourself, all right?"

One hand waved him away impatiently. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, Al stepped through the Door, leaving Sam behind again.

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 104

Al took a drag on the cigar, realized it was cold, and patted his vest pocket for something to light it with. He was wearing a red suit with a white, black, and red silk shirt, discreetly ruffled. He became aware that Bessa was looking at him critically.

"Are you a clown?" she asked.

"No, I am not a clown," he responded with dignity. Failing to find matches or a lighter, he stuck the cigar in the inner pocket.

"You look like a clown," she informed him in a severe tone.

"That’s not a very nice thing to say." Al was used to comments about his wardrobe, and rarely minded it. However, he always paid attention to constructive criticism from the fairer sex. He couldn’t help glancing back down at the little girl. "Do you really think I look like a clown?"

Bessa nodded without looking up.

"Hmph." Al gave her another long look, then punched the Door code into the handlink.

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 74-75

“‘Scuse me,” Sam said to his audience, and went over to help Dusty perch the boys up on the saddles.

"I like him," Bessa confided to Al, who remained beside her to watch.

"Yeah, I like him too."

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 74

"There was a big epidemic before the Salk vaccine. Liittle epidemics almost every year. I remember reading a book called The Man in the Iron Lung about a guy in his twenties who caught it on a trip to Hong Kong or someplace. He was completely paralyzed from the neck down." Al shook his head. So did Sam. Al never ceased to amaze him. He would never have suspected the other man would be interested in reading what sounded like a quintessential story of hope and life affirmation. Then Al went on, puzzled, "The guy got married and had a couple of kids. Never could figure that part out."

That explained it.

"So Bob had polio?" he asked, as much to divert his friend from the distraction he was obviously intent on pursuing as to find out more about Bob. Any second now Al was going to ask him when penile implants were invented, and he was damned if he wanted to talk about it.

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 63

He had to believe that if he made enough changes, he would get home again - whether it was because he needed to change the world into something he could live in, or because the process of Leaping was teaching him things he needed to know for some further, mysterious purpose still hidden from him, he did not know. The Project he had believed was defined and bounded by science had become something else. Something or someone was directing his destiny as if he were a puppet, moving him from place to place without ever asking his opinion. Yet even that Power had, or chose to have, limits if Ziggy was right, because Sam could still fail.

The punishment for failure was permanent exile.

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 33-34

He was wearing a relatively subdued - for Al - electric-blue suit with wide iridescent-purple lapels that caught the multihued light from the handlink and gave him the effect of glowing in the dark. It was just as well nobody could see him, Sam decided.

Of course if they could see him, they’d probably think he was just a clown who’d wandered off the midway.

Quantum Leap: The Novel, page 32