“Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... "Ivan, one of these days somebody is going to pull out a weapon and plug you, and you're going to die in bewilderment, crying, "What did I say? What did I say?""What did I say?" asked Ivan indignantly.”
“How did a nice girl like me get into a mess like this?”
“I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, "and how can I get back? ”
“You may say to yourself: "Well, how did I get here?”
“It's a mess, aint it Sheriff?If it aint it'll do till a mess gets here.”