“We didn't talk much. But we didn't need to.”

“Remember that time in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, when we didn't die?”

“We didn't have sex. We never got naked. I never touched her bare breast, and her hands never got lower than my hips. It didn't matter. As she slept, I whispered, "I love you, Alaska Young.”

“Do you guys remember that one time, in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, that we somehow didn't die?”

“Like Rabe'a, I didn't think people should believe in God because of heaven and hell. But I didn't feel a need to run around with a torch. You can't burn down a made-up place. ”

“Do you guys remember that time when we were all definitely going to die and then Ben grabbed the steering wheel and dodged a ginormous freaking cow and spun the car like the teacups at Disney World and we didn't die?”

“Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.”