We're just like a movie based on a book-- almost, but not quite as good.

I'm not a real big fan of penises. Like my own, whenever I look at it, I just don't find anything attractive about it. I can't believe girls are into it. It blows my mind a little bit.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.

Just a tiny red sliver remains in the battery icon. I wish humans came with the same kind of indicator . . . it would make things much easier. You would know how to deal with every person on the planet, and I’d always be in the red.

It wasn’t me! Look at how little I am. I’m a little guy.

We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.