I pointed at the little kids goading each other to jump from rib cage to shoulder and Gus answered just loud enough for me to hear over the din, 'Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

Nerdfighter pwns woot. Everyone knows that.

"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."

I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.

. . . Endlessness is a really strange idea in a universe that is defined by its endings.

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.