There’s something not quite Christian about it,” Tony said. He sat back in his chair and looked up to where his Bible sat on the shelf. “I can’t put my finger on why exactly, but it doesn’t seem right for a couple of young ladies to be out there in the middle of the night, obsessing over their telescopes.

Before your mother I didn’t spend too long with any one girl. I used to believe that life was too short. I was too young to settle down. Then I met your mother and fell in love. Now I think maybe I was right. I was too young to settle down.

Art, he said, isn’t your little paintings and comic books. Art is the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs.

I want to make something, and I want people to know I made it.

The more things change, the more you still don’t love me.

And if words mean something to you, if an idea moves you, aren’t you changed, just a little?

There’s a romance to danger. There’s a romance to drinking, to drugs, to petty crime and to heartbreak and loneliness. All of those things can be used to make the STORY of our lives better.

I am writing to apply for the position of bookkeeper. Attached, you will find my list of qualifications. I have been keeping books for four years now, and I am never going to give them back.

Well, it’s possible to be mentally ill and rational.

Listening to music that I hate calms me down.