“I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.”

“I don't know much about cars," Joyce said, "but I think someone took my engine.”

“I think we mistake sadness for depression, because life is basically sad, and its the failure to recognize that that leads to this sort of resentment and bewilderment [...] It is, it is, and [..] you know, people just suddenly think that the world owes it to them to be happy, and they're not happy and then they think well, why aren't I happy, and makes 'em angry and then they're depressed about the fact that they're angry and they're bitter about the fact that they're depressed, and this downward cycle; why don't they just accept that life is sad and cheer up, it's not forever.”

“There's so much about girls I don't understand. I don't know how I'm old enough to kiss them but not old enough to talk to them.”

“Robin turned and looked straight into her. "What's life for?""I don't know.""I don't either. But I don't think it's about winning.”

“I once read the sentence 'I lay awake all night with a toothache, thinking about the toothache an about lying awake.' That's true to life. Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.”