The phrase booze and mischief left me worrying I'd stumbled into what my mother referred to as "the wrong crowd," but for the wrong crowd, they both seemed awfully smart.

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

I wouldn't have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard - I'd have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.

‎"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

You should see it. V for Vendetta I mean. "I'll look it up." No. With Me. At my house. Now

If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.

If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.