“You're chattier than you were two years ago. I'm not sure I like it.”

“I'm equally sure, however, that I won't walk into a lamp-post while reading {literature}, like I did with {a legal thriller} all those years ago; you don't walk into lamp-posts when you're reading literary novels, do you?”

“I don't want to see you. I don't like you. I don't like your face. You look like an insufferable egotist. You're impertinent. You're too sure of yourself. Twenty years ago I would have punched your face with the greatest of pleasure.”

“My name is Jared Howe. I haven't spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I'm sure I must seem...a little crazy to you.”

“I'm not sure what they mean by mispent youth, I used mine to get a nice BLT a few years ago.”

“A hundred years ago they'd have burned you as a witch…" "But I'm not a witch." "I don't suppose any of them were.”