I'm not asexual. I'm arelationshipal.

But you know what they say about Gutshot: the population never goes up and never goes down, because every time a woman gets pregnant, a man leaves town.

I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

You can't just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before.

That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?

By saying you don’t care if the world falls apart, in some small way you’re saying you want it to stay together, on your own terms.

Everything that comes together falls apart. Everything. The chair I’m sitting on. It was built, and so it will fall apart. I’m gonna fall apart, probably before this chair. And you’re gonna fall apart. The cells and organs and systems that make you you—they came together, grew together, and so must fall apart. The Buddha knew one thing science didn’t prove for millennia after his death: Entropy increases. Things fall apart.