In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

“Any highway . . . they all take you to the same place, don't they?”

“A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and nev…”

“Em dezanove minutos podemos cortar a relva do jardim, pintar o cabelo, assistir…”

“Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.”