“Please ta meetcha, kid. I'm Aahz.""Oz?""No Relation.""No relation to what?" I asked, but he was examining the room again.”

“I'm related to people I don't relate to.”

“As far as you can, get into the habit of asking yourself in relation to any action taken by another: "What is his point of reference here?" But begin with yourself: examine yourself first.”

“He dropped the joint in the dirt and ran inside. It wasn't his first, and wouldn't be his last. The joint, that is. Not the kid. He was pretty sure, at this point, that he would never have sexual relations with his wife again.”

“Eventually Gray came in to interview me, and I gave him my official statement. "I met him at Quest. We were both looking for sex, and he invited me to join him in his motel room. I did, and we had sexual relations.""What kind of sexual relations?""I performed oral sex on him, and he did the same to me. Then we had anal intercourse.""Were you the...?" he paused, looking for the right words. "I was on the receiving end," I answered to spare him further embarrassment.(...)"And what happened this morning?""I wanted to visit him again.""Why?"I looked at Gray like he had just asked the stupidest question ever. "Why? Because I wanted to be on the receiving end of anal intercourse again.”

“And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.”