He was constantly reminded of how startlingly different a place the world was when viewed from a point only three feet to the left.

Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable, let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.

He has personality problems beyond the dreams of analysts.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

Shee, you guys are so unhip it's a wonder your bums don't fall off.

That was it. That was really it. She knew that she had told herself that that was it only seconds earlier, but this was now the final real ulimate it.

He had got himself a life. Now he had to find a purpose in it.