Stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.

Did I help you to a fate you didn't want?

We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus...

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.

Not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done.

Is the labyrinth living or dying?

If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and shoot me.