Poor Oscar. Without even realizing it he'd fallen into one of those Let's Be Friends Vortexes, the bane of nerdboys everywhere. These relationships were love's version of a stay in the stocks, in you go, plenty of misery guaranteed and what you got out of it besides bitterness and heartbreak nobody knows. Perhaps some knowledge of self and women.

You're the only person I've ever met who can stand a bookstore as long as I can.

I'm like everybody else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.

Know that in this world there's somebody who will always love you.

The idea that America has cornered the market on anti-immigration is ridiculous. It's a global phenomenon.

I love the kookiness of our speech. Speech is like wonderful magic and poetry in itself. I've always had to crib a lot from what I've heard.

Each morning, before Jackie started her studies, she wrote on a clean piece of paper: Tarde venientibus ossa. To the latecomers are left the bones.