“Too much talking," I say. "Not enough running.”

“The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say. About anything. "Need a poo, Todd." "Shutup, Manchee." "Poo. Poo, Todd." "I said shut it.”

“And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside me.And i fall back into it.”

“you can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.”

“I don't think so," the Mayor buzzes -And my feet stop running -But then I pick up one -And then the other -And I'm running for it again -I hear the Mayor laugh behind me. "Well done," he says.”

“And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.”

“What did he say?” Conor asked.He said enough to bring me walking, the monster said. I know injustice when I see it.”