As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.

But you know what they say about Gutshot: the population never goes up and never goes down, because every time a woman gets pregnant, a man leaves town.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth.

And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.

...whatever you're worried about, you're bigger than the worries.

Okay, maybe I'm not such a shitty writer. But I can't pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.

Well, but you can eat Grandma's cookies. They're not bad for you. They were made by Grandma. Grandma wouldn't hurt you.