I'm not the consolation prize, Dex. I'm not something you resort to. I happen to think I'm worth more than that.

Imagine staying awake all night not because you're worried about the future but because it's FUN

The sad fact is that I love Dickens and Donne and Keats and Eliot and Forster and Conrad and Fitzgerald and Kafka and Wilde and Orwell and Waugh and Marvell and Greene and Sterne and Shakespeare and Webster and Swift and Yeats and Joyce and Hardy, really, really love them. It’s just that they don’t love me back.

Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead?

[He] didn’t like to think of himself as vain, but there were definitely times when he wished there was someone on hand to take his photograph.

Oh you know me. I have no emotions. I'm a robot. Or a nun. A robot nun.

We're not ourselves, are we? I'm certainly not myself, not anymore. And you're not either. You don't seem yourself. Not as I remember you.