“Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's closing time.”
“But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death.Anything.Something.Nothing.”
“Hey, Dad?""Yeah?"Jonah walked in silence for a few steps. "It's okay if you like Miss Andrews."Miles looked down in surprise. "It is?""Yeah," he said seriously. "Because I think she likes you.”
“I guess I talk a lot of shit about Perry, but it's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too. I'm just ... still alive. A wreck in progress.”
“I guess, really thinking about it, I always assumed when you missed someone , it was tangible...something real you could grab and hold on to, but it's a not-there feeling.”
“Damn. It looks to me like I just missed the best reunion since Sherman got together with Atlanta.”