“And another way of explaining it is to say that shit happens, and there's no space too small, too dark and airless and fucking hopeless, for people to crawl into.”
“One step too late. Another disappointment, breathing in crawl space, leads to another messy ending.”
“There's a mathematics to nesting, I'm sure, that explains how length of stay + space available = accumulating way too much stuff.”
“The Ice Master was too injured and too exhausted to crawl any farther. Let whatever was going to happen to him happen now and may a Sailor's God fuck to Hell this fucking thing that was going to eat him.”
“There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad.”
“The mystery of one man is too immense and too profound to be explained by another man.”