“It wasn't even 8:00 yet. Pretty early for such deep thoughts.”

“The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.”

“You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.”

“...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.”

“Let's stay young forever. Young, stupid, and pretty. Sounds like a plan, don't you think?”

“Speak up,' says Myrna who has a fuzzy white caterpillar of a moustache. 'My hearing's not so good.' 'I WAS SHOT IN THE HEAD.' Liz turns to Thandi. 'I thought you said you didn't remember how you got the hole in your head.' Thandi apologizes. 'I just remembered.' 'Shot in the head!' Florence-scratchy-voice says. 'Oy, that's rough.' 'Aw, it's nothing special. Happens pretty regularly where I'm from,' Thandi says. 'WHAT?' asks Myrna with the moustache. 'Say it toward my left ear, that's the good one.' 'I SAID, "IT'S NOTHING SPECIAL,"' Thandi yells/”

“Jesus, I thought Zuckerman was cheating in you, Chief.”