“I'm tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next. Girls, I'm going camping.”

“I'm tired of being lost and I'm tired of dying, so I'm going to try something different this time.”

“I'm wrong. My house isn't a volcano-I am, and the past two years have created a dormant giant who no longer will tolerate being ignored. I'm tired of this. Tired of how everyone's become so obsessed with themselves, obsessed with the moment, that we've ceased caring what's going to happen next.”

“I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.”

“Tiny, the next time that you try to set me up with a girl with a secret boyfriend can you at least INFORM me that she has a secret boyfriend? Also, if you don't call me back within five minutes, I'm going to assume you found a way back to Evanston. Furthermore, you are an asshat. That is all.”

“How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.”