We just keep on having to save each other", he says. "We ever gonna be even?" "I hope not," I say
Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits.
I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.
You went up a girl and came down a woman.
Faith with proof is no faith at all.
That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.