I think maybe I know why,' she finally said. 'Why?' 'Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said.

The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

No," I said. And maybe it was only because Alaska couldn't hit the brakes and I couldn't hit the accelerator.

I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.

If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.