Could you just call me Pigeon?” he asked the teacher when she read his name. “Does your mother call you Pigeon?” “No.” “Then to me you are Paul.” ... “Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read. “My mother never calls me Nathan.” “Is it Nate?” “She calls me Honeylips.

Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.

Let's worry about fixing the problem instead of the blame.

You picked the right road, even though it is the most difficult. That is the essence of heroism. (p. 326)

For Frito-Lay!" - Newel and Doren

Sometimes the most preposterous lies are the most believable.

Patience mimics the power of infinity.