“If I threw a Frisbee at her head, she would be left with two choices: take a Frisbee in the face or have a baby.”

“Nothing says "I hold my gun sideways" like a bad face tattoo.”

“[…]Frisbee people won’t let it go. My theory is that this is because there’s a huge overlap between people who are good at Frisbee and people who do Teach for America.”

“When a ball dreams, it dreams it's a frisbee.”

“Basically, I have two speeds.... Hostile or smart-aleck. Your choice.”

“YOU are using a frisbee as a plate.""Uh, what? I'm not using a--oh hang on, this is a frisbee. Weird."Victor glared at me."Dude, calm down, I'll wash it afterward. It's probably dishwasher safe.”

“She looked about her again, on her feet, at her scattered melancholy comrades -- some of them so melancholy as to be down on their stomachs in the grass, turned away, ignoring, burrowing; she saw once more, with them, those two faces of the question between which there was so little to choose for inspiration. It was perhaps superficially more striking that one could live if one would; but it was more appealing, insinuating, irresistible in short, that one would live if one could. ”