You say you don’t want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.
Dating you would be like a series of unnecessary root canals interspersed with occasional makeout sessions.
You're so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
You're not boring. You've got to stop saying that, or people will start believing you.
You know how we make a Scotch and water in this home?No, sir, Gus said.We pour Scotch into a glass and then call to mind thoughts of water, and then we mix the actual Scotch with the abstracted idea o...
You get all these friends just when you don’t need friends anymore.
You are as real as anyone, and your doubts make you more real, not less.
When it comes to girls (and in Colin's case, it so often did), everyone has a type. Colin Singleton's type was not physical but linguistic: he liked Katherines. And not Katies or Kats or Kitties or Ca...
What I love about science is that as you learn, you don't really get answers. You just get better questions.
We gotta do something about this frigging swing set,' he said. 'I'm telling you, it's ninety percent of the problem.
Wait, wait. I don't get it.''That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.
True terror isn’t being scared; it’s not having a choice in the matter.
The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.
The missing piece in his stomach hurt so much-and eventually he stopped thinking about the Theorem and wondered only how something that isn't there can hurt you.
That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?
Sometimes I don't get you, I said.She didn't even glance at me. She just smiled at the television and said, You never get me. That's the whole point.
So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action.
So much depends upon the transparent G-tube erupting from the gut of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends upon this observer of the universe.......And you say you don't write poetry.
So hard to die.' I don't doubt that it is, but it cannot be much harder than being left behind.
Shame about how we’re gonna die here, though. I mean, seriously. An Araband a half-Jew enter a store in Tennessee. It’s the beginning of a joke, and the punch line is sodomy’’.