God, I wish you could have been there.

She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.

I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.

Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest.

The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?

I think that one of these days," he said, "you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you.

Don't hate me because I can't remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else.