How about I call you when I finish this?” “But you don’t even have my phone number,” he said. “I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.” He broke out into that goofy smile. “A nd you say we don’t know each other.

Truth resists simplicity.

Just a word of advice. Whenever you're furious with your parents or you think they're terrible, just remember, you vomited on them and they kept you.

You're not boring. You've got to stop saying that, or people will start believing you.

The pure and simple truth Is rarely pure and never simple. What's a boy to do When lies and truth are both sinful?

He lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I inhaled. Coughed. Wheezed. Gasped for breath. Coughed again. Considered vomiting. Grabbed the swinging bench, head spinning, and threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, convinced my Great Perhaps did not involve cigarettes.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.