And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.

The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

‎"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

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

She said Robert Joyner had killed himself with a gun. And then I asked why, and then she told me that he was getting a divorce and was sad about it.' 'Lots of people get divorces and don't kill themselves,' I said. 'I know,' she said, excitement in her voice. 'That's what I told her.