It always happened like this: he would look and look for the keys to Satan’s Hearse and then finally he’d just give up and say, “Fine. I’ll take the fugging bus,” and on his way out the door, he’d see the keys. Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus; Katherines appear when you start to disbelieve the world contains another Katherine; and, sure enough, the Eureka moment arrived just as he began to accept it would never come.

After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.

Beware of that monster called 'self-loathing'.

She had the kind of fingers you want to interlace with your own.

I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.

My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so much.