“I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.”
“I don't know about bores. Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry if you see some swell girl getting married to them. They don't hurt anybody, most of them, and maybe they're secretly all terrific whistlers or something. Who the hell knows? Not me.”
“Oh, you know what bloggers are like, they write and write and write. I don't know why, because they're not being paid.”
“Oh, I'm starting to cry again. That's what happens when you think about life being fair. And I can't explain why it isn't . . . I don't think it's something anybody knows.”
“I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don know why you and not someone else”
“I don't know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they're just closet pyromaniacs.”