Do you arrange your books alphabetically? (I hope not.)

I am to cover the philosophical side of the debate and so far my only thought is that reading keeps you from going gaga.

People don't know how chickens can turn on you, but they can -- just like mad dogs.

This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.

His writings have made me his friend.

I think you learn more if you're laughing at the same time.

I believe I am becoming pathetic. I'll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer. In fact, I know I am. Perhaps tomorrow I will become entirely miserable at the thought that he doesn't love me back - may, even, care for Remy- but at this precise moment I am succumbing to euphoria. My head and stomach feel quite odd.