It isn't very serious, I have this tiny little tumor on the brain.

Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.

I don't even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.

You can't argue with someone who believes, or just passionately suspects, that the poet's function is not to write what he must write but, rather, to write what he would write if his life depended on his taking responsibility for writing what he must in a style designed to shut out as few of his old librarians as humanly possible.

I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first one who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.