Too much talking," I say. "Not enough running.

It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.

Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)

Noise ain't Truth, Noise is what men want to be true, and there's a difference twixt those two things so big that it could ruddy well kill you if you don't watch out.

The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.