We lie. That's what we do. You're selling me a line of bullshit and you want me to sell you a line of bullshit back so you can write a major line of bullshit and be paid for it.

Everyone we've lost, we'll find. Or they'll find us.

if thr r childrn thr mst be a fUtr rt?

There are so many ways to go wrong. All we've got are metaphors, and they're never exactly right. You can never just Say. The. Thing.

I've never been that confident. I don't tend to think, swaggeringly, I'm going to ace this. It's just not who I am.

I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?

Oh we'll know each other forever, Bix says. The days of losing touch are almost gone.