“There was a lot under those words. I'd go digging for it later.”
“You know," Shane said twenty minutes later, "I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think I was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.”
“Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.”
“Like an old gold-panning prospector, you must resign yourself to digging up a lot of sand from which you will later patiently wash out a few minute particles of gold ore.”
“There are a lot of places," I reply, "that I thought I'd never go.”
“I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.”