“So I wasn't lying, exactly. I was just choosing among truths.”

“And so. And so I choose to go on serving it. I choose to go north, even though like every other direction, it is rationally without hope.”

“The pure and simple truth Is rarely pure and never simple.What's a boy to doWhen lies and truth are both sinful?”

“I choose the labyrinth.”

“Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the truth by ignoring facts.”

“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 wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”