To be human is to catch the falling person.

Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.

The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.

I don't want to hear another negative word about cheerleaders. If it weren't for cheerleaders, who would tell us when and how to be happy during athletic events? If it weren't for cheerleaders, how would America's prettiest girls get the exercise that's so vital to a healthy life?

This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch me—oh, god!

Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.