I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.

Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

How about a kiss, Saumensch?