That's all I can do. I'll keep at it and hope it gets better.

She's pretty." (It's amazing how girls can say this and make it the most withering insult.)

I want my brain to slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise.

I don't owe people anything, and I don't have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.

Yes, Doctor. I'll do what you say. I'll do what you all say.

You shouldn't be able to be alive and you are. You want to trade?

People don't make good Anchors, though, Craig. They change.