Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of (man) lies to his own mother?

I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.

The miracle and hope of human consciousness is that we can still conceive of boundlessness.

Do you know why I left America, Lidewij? So that I would never again have to encounter Americans." "But you are an American." "Incurably so, it seems.

You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.

You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.

And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.