I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy

Zen cuts straight through the Quidditch match in progress and almost gets taken down by a Beater hurling a Nerf quaffle right at his machopartes.

Then again maybe there's something that I've been doing in the privacy of my own bedroom my whole life that I think is perfectly normal but is actually illegal in thirty-two states.

When you say too much about anything important, it always ends up sounding more trivial than it is. Words trash it.

You gotta take chances in this life or you're already dead.

Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!

Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I’m not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I’d want you to hear.