I wanted to, you know, get my story out in the world, which, it turns out, is a very misguided notion.

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.

My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.

I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.

I didn't know whether to trust Alaska, and I'd certainly had enough of her unpredictability - cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next. I preferred the Colonel: At least when he was cranky, he had a reason.

You know what ambrosia tastes like? It tastes like all the things you can't eat on Weight Watchers. Cheeseburgers, sugar cookies, regular freaking ice cream instead of, like, ice cream that's made out of air and human hope.