He Knew He Couldn't Tell Stories, That

Nothing Has Ever Looked Like That Ever In All Of Human History.

And Since She Drove To Work Every Morning, I Could Only Use The Car On Weekends. Well, Weekends And The Middle Of The Goddamned Night.

He'd Fought Hard, Lida Told Me, As If There Was Another Way To Fight.

I Think If You Keep The Box Closed Long Enough You Do Kill The Cat, Actually.

I Will Play Out The String. I Will Not Betray Your Trust. I Will Find You.