It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.

He's at the chocolate teapot end of the competency scale.

That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.

You're not allowed to say anything about books because they're books, and books are, you know, God.

[H]ow was I supposed to get excited about the oppression of females if they couldn't be trusted to stay upright during the final minutes of a desperately close promotion campaign?

Clockers" asks--almost in passing, and there's a lot more to it than this--a pretty interesting question: if you choose to work for the minimum wage when everyone around you is pocketing thousands from drug deals, then what does that do to you, to your head and to your heart? (Hornby's thoughts after reading "Clockers" by Richard Price)

I have a really low boredom threshold.