The truth is that I think that most people, and most people in this book, 'Goodbye, Stranger', are really doing their best but they're stumbling all over the place and they're hurting each other deliberately and by accident.

Mom's always telling me to smile and hoping I'll turn into a smiley person, which, to be honest, is kind of annoying.

Like when that man was running down Broadway stark naked and we all had to eat in the cafeteria while the police tried to catch him.

Pajamas are good for the soul.

I don't know. I just feel stuck, like I'm afraid to take any steps, in case they're the wrong ones.

Life is really just a bunch of nows, one after the other.

I'm an old man, and she's gone now. So don't worry, okay?