He took a bite, swallowed. "God. If asparagus tasted like that all the time, I'd be vegetarian, too." Some people in a lacquered wooden boat approached us on the canal below. One of them, a woman with curly blond hair, maybe thirty, drank from a beer then raised her glass towards us and shouted something. "We don't speak Dutch," Gus shouted back. One of the others shouted a translation: "The beautiful couple is beautiful.

And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.

The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.

I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.

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.

Your friendship with her-it sleeps with the fishes.

Good friends are hard to find and impossible to forget.