You can't help it but you were born without a heart. At least you tried to believe what the people with hearts believed — so you were a good man just the same.

I don't reveal to her that I love her. I keep poker faced. She might as well be looking at a cantaloupe, there is so little information in my face, but my heart is beating.

The champagne was dead. So it goes.

The name of the new religion, said Rumfoord, is The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent. . . The two chief teachings of this religion are these: Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.

Unhappy failures need not apply.

It's an astonishing skill that people can read, and read well. Very few people can read well. For instance, I have to be very careful with irony, saying something while meaning the exact opposite.

She broke my heart. I didn't like that much. But that was the price. In this world, you get what you pay for.