Maybe all the strings inside him broke.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.

Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.

You get all these friends just when you don’t need friends anymore.

We must strike down the insidious lie that a book is the creation of an individual soul labouring in isolation. We must strike it down because it threatens the overall quality and breadth of American literature.

But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.

I would argue that stupidity is born out of bad reading, bad teaching and bad thinking!