Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.

“I kept thinking there were two kinds of adults: There were...miserable creature…”

“With a sigh, he grabbed hold of his chair and lifted himself out of it, then wr…”

“And maybe I could feel her breathe against my neck, and maybe we could just sta…”

“I couldn't be mad at him for even a moment, and only now that I loved a grenade…”