“Optimism / stung like grit in my swimsuit all the long ride home . . .”

“Then, finally, we were ready to charge in and save Sadie, and she rides up in a limousine driven by an ugly dwarf in a swimsuit, and she accuses us of being late.So when she told us the dwarf was driving us to Russia, I was like, "Whatever." And I got into the car.”

“I like my coffee with cream and my literature with optimism.”

“It's a long ride home with nothing but me for company. I bore myself sometimes. Not often. Just now and again.”

“Life is like a long ride to nowhere in particular.”

“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.”