“Who would have thought working for an angry jackass would result in my getting fucked up against a cold window at work and liking it?”

“Soon this would just be who I was. Soon old me would be dead too. I tipped my head against the cold glass of the window. When I felt myself begin to cry, I didn't fight against it. And when I caught my refection in the dark window, I wasn't able to tell what was tears and what was rain.”

“Listen, I gather you have a problem working with a psychic. Believe me, I don't like working with a jackass any better.”

“if my name was on a serious work like this it would never get fair treatment. They would all say I had tried to be funny and failed.”

“What will you do with the lazy ones, who would not work?'No one is lazy. They grow hopeless from the misery of their present existence, and give up. Under our order of things, every men would do the work he liked, and would have as much as his neighbor, so could not be unhappy and discouraged.”

“I'm fucking good at this boyfriend shit. Who would have thought?”