“And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.”

“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.”

“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”

“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!”

“Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.”

“What is the nature of being a person? What is the best way to go about being a person? How did we come to be and what will become of us when we are no longer? In short: what are the rules of this game and how might we best play it?"The nature of the labyrinth, I scribbled into my spiral notebook, and the way out of it.”