“After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.”
“I choose the labyrinth.”
“How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.”
“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
“And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.”
“There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.”
“Damn it," he sighed. "How will I ever get out of this Labyrinth!”