QUOTE : Do you know Nietzsche?” “Not personally!” He absolutely doesn’t get that I’m insulting him. That’s how good I am at customer service, at putting on this act. I’ve picked up my pencil again, my grip on it overfirm, my palms clammy. “He’s a philosopher.” “Cam,” Lark says. “I’m sure she knows that.” “So you’ve heard that quote, ‘God is dead’?” Lark runs two fingers along her hairline. “You want ‘God is dead’ on your bedroom wall?” I ask. “I want something true, you know?” How about YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE. Not enough letters in GOD IS DEAD to hide that, but I could think of something to get the job done.