“[...] at least my face moves when you look at it. At least I know I'm a fool.”

“Look at it this way: I might be saying you're fat, but at least I'm not punching you in the face.'Are those the only options?'Not always. Just sometimes.”

“Well, I'm stubborn and wrong, but at least I know it.”

“And since Logan didn’t seem the least bit antisocial . . .“You don’t have to look like that, you know. I haven’t kicked a puppy in at least a decade.”

“You can't fool Mother Nature, and you can't fool market forces (at least not for long)”

“Then there are the other days, when nothing is enough. The poem grins. It grins because it knows it is a terrible poem. It grins in embarrassment. It grins in pity. It grins in superiority. I may be a terrible poem, it grins, but at least I have one comfort. At least I'm not a terrible *poet*. At least I'm not the guy who sat in front of a typewriter for two hours coming up with the likes of *me*.”