It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

I'll just go over to the Duke's," I said. "Her parents already told me I could stay there. I'll go over there and open all my presents, and talk about how my parents neglect me, and then maybe the Duke will give me some of her presents because she feels so bad about how my mom doesn't love me.

It's hard to get movie studios to pay a lot of money for movies that don't have robots or explosions.

She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her.