One of the plainest truths about both towns and individuals is that they usually don't turn into what we tell them to be, but what they are told they are.

The truth of course is that if people really were as happy as they look on the Internet, they wouldn’t spend so much damn time on the Internet, because no one who’s having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves.

The truth? It's hardly ever as complicated as we think. We just hope it is, because then we feel smarter if we can work it out in advance.

There are thousands of ways to die in Beartown. Especially on the inside.

Death does that to us, it's like a phone call, you always remember exactly what you should have said the moment you hang up. Now there's just an answering machine full of memories on the other end, fragments of a voice that are getting weaker and weaker.