Maybe we're grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!' he screamed. 'So that's Sara,' I said. 'Yes.' 'She seems nice.

For she had embodied the Great Perhaps--she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

In those fifty, the Old Man made me take religion seriously. I'd never been religious, but he told us that religion is important whether or not we believed in one, the same way that historical events are important whether or not you personally lived through them.

Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.

Miles, as in 'to go before I sleep'?