“You look so good," I say, and s***! Oh god, that's not what I meant. S***! "It looks good. The book.”
“Who me? God, no, I'm terrible . . . " Then, just as an experiment, I say, "And, besides, I don't think I'm good-looking enough to be an actor." Oh, that's not true! There are lots of actors who aren't good-looking . . .”
“Show me proof there is a God, you say. I say use your telescopes to look to the heavens, and tell me how there could not be s God!”
“No offence Mitch, but you look like s*****." "I feel like s****”
“I ought to write funny books. Life is really too horribly funny, but unless one`s an outsider looking on, it`s all such a bore.”
“„This is what people do here?”„It's a little more complicated than that.”„Everything seems complicated here,” he grumbled.„That"s life,” I laughed. „Life is complicated.”„And that's good?”I nodded. „That's good.”