“How bad could things be if my hair was neat?”
“If Dracula can't see his reflection in a mirror, how come his hair is always so neatly combed?”
“As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?”
“It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things, provided you were bad enough to be funny.”
“How could you and me end badly? We’re already the most amazing thing ever.”
“To be completely helpless in the face of life―powerless to do a single thing―that's what I'd always feared more than anything. It was like I'd been keeping all the edges of my life neat and clean, pretending the neatness was all that mattered, pretending life could somehow be controlled.”