How about I call you when I finish this?” “But you don’t even have my phone number,” he said. “I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.” He broke out into that goofy smile. “A nd you say we don’t know each other.

Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.

The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.

You’re joining us for dinner, I hope?” asked his mom. She was small and brunette and vaguely mousy. “I guess?” I said. “I have to be home by ten. Also I don’t, um, eat meat?” “No problem. We’ll vegetarianize some,” she said. “Animals are just too cute?” Gus asked. “I want to minimize the number of deaths I am responsible for,” I said. Gus opened his mouth to respond but then stopped himself.

Hurt tends to drown out sorry.

I don't really want to be the costar of anyone's life.

Ben's tongue is like sunscreen...It's good for your health and should be applied liberally.