“Imagine a landscape of nothing but astrology references and naughty limericks. That's what you're going to reduce me to.”
“You know, if you monitored the humidity a little better in here, you might reduce the irritants.''I assume you're referring to the mites, and not the lawyers.”
“There's no need to imagine that you're a wondrous beauty, because that's what you are.”
“I imagine you working on me as an algebra problem, reducing me to fractions, crossing out common denominators, until there's nothing left on the page but a line that says x = whatever it is that is wrong with me.”
“The thing is you cannot imagine what is going to happen next. If you're imagining it - it's from your imagination.”
“Mr, B, what's wrong with me?"[...]"Nothing. You're smart enough to know you don't have all the answers, that's all.”