If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and all, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did.

But it wasn't just that he was the most intelligent member in the family. He was also the nicest, in lots of ways. He never got mad at anybody. People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily, but Allie never did, and he had very red hair.

Happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.

I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though.

I'd never yell, "Good luck!" at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.

A confessional passage has probably never been written that didn't stink a little bit of the writer's pride in having given up his pride.