“It's amazing to me how few guys know their friends' birthdays.”

“How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, His precepts!”

“He gives me a kiss that barely touches my lips – it means nothing or everything. After he’s gone, I think, Happy birthday to me.Jack says, ‘That was the guy?’‘That was him.’Jake shakes his head.‘What?’‘He’s not for you,’ he says.I say, ‘How do you know?’ but what I mean is, How do you know?‘He’s like Ashley Wilkes,’ he says. ‘Any one of these guys is Rhett-ier than he is.’Again, I ask my benignly inflected, ‘How do you know?’‘How do I know?’ he says, tackling me into a bear hug. ‘How do I know? I know, that’s how I know.”

“I’m always amazed that my twin has the same birthday as me, and that he doesn’t exist. I wonder if I exist?”

“When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.”

“Let me tell you how the story ends, where the good guys die and the bad guys win. It doesn't matter how many friend you make, but the graffite they write on your grave.”