“The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.”

“I don't really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn't really. It's just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I guess things happened, but nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Yes, I know it.In the darkness of my dark beating heart,I know. He'd have loved it alright.You see?Even Death Has A Heart.”

“Well, this is basically the end, so the answers should be in these next few pages. I doubt they will surprise you, but you never know. I don't know how smart or thick you are. You could be Albert Einstein for all I know, or some literary prizewinner, or maybe you're just middle of the road like me.”

“But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.”

“My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.”

“It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.”