“It's a ridiculous story, of course, but history's full of ridiculous stories. 'You can't make this shit up,' one finds oneself saying, whenever the seemingly prosaic old world lifts the veil on its synchronicities. Meanwhile the seemingly prosaic old world shrugs: Hey, don't ask me. I just work here.”
“Of course it's the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story.”
“Books seem a little old-fashioned, but hey, I can do old-fashioned if it's good.”
“You don't start at the top if you want to find the story. You start in the middle, because it's the people in the middle who do the actual work in the world.”
“I say fuck the old advice 'show, don't tell.' It's called story TELLING for a reason, and I'll stick to it!”
“I won’t ridicule you.” He walked up to the window. “Want a Coke?’“Cherry slurpe.”He rolled his eyes. “And you make fun of me.”“See? Ridicule because I want a slurpy.”“Vivi, you’re thrity-one years old.”“Right. So make it a vodka slurpy and meet me at that table.”