It’s pathetic how we can’t live with the things we can’t understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

“Buster was Rant was Buddy. Chester was Chet was Dad. Irene was Mom was Reen. Ho…”

“Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.”

“So why do you want to die so bad?”

“It's creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying t…”