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?)

Girls are small and polite and smiley. They wear dresses and their hair is long and it’s pulled into shapes behind their heads or on either side.

A book cannot apologize for what people may think it should be. It has to be authoritative.

Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.

Guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.

We are the choices we make.

It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.