“Phoney: Here's your problem Fone Bone! We're off the map! Get a bigger map!”

“Fone Bone: HOLD IT! Thorn thinks Gran'ma Ben can help us get back to Boneville!Phoney Bone: IT'S NOT WORTH IT! LET GO OF ME!Fone Bone: Would you wait a minute?!! We can explain everything!Phoney Bone: HELP! HELP! They've destroyed my cousin's brain!! OH MY GOSH! THey've already milked you haven't they?!!”

“You're off the edge of the map, mate. Here there be monsters.”

“Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.”

“I want to run or die or get fucked up. I want to be blind and dumb and have no heart. I want to crawl in a hole and never come out. I want to wipe my existence straight off the map. Straight off the fucking map.”

“I resolve to venture into the city on my own. I look at maps in the library—subway maps, bus maps, and regular maps—and try to memorize them. I’m afraid of getting lost; no, I’m afraid of sinking into the city as in a quicksand, afraid of getting sucked into something I can never escape.”