“That's factually crazy...”

“Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.”

“That's what death is, Danny thought: wanting to talk to someone and not being able to.”

“I think, The world is actually huge. That's the part no one can really explain.”

“That's how New York looked: like a gorgeous, easy thing to have, even for me.”

“You can't tell. That's something I'm learning here in N.Y.C: you have no fucking idea what people are really like. They're not even two-faced--they're, like, multiple personalities.”

“We lie. That's what we do. You're selling me a line of bullshit and you want me to sell you a line of bullshit back so you can write a major line of bullshit and be paid for it.”