“he is the kind of man who breakes biscuits in two and saves the other half for later”

“For as long as I can remember, my father saved. He saves money, he saves disfigured sticks that resemble disfigured celebrities, and most of all, he saves food. Cherry tomatoes, sausage biscuits, the olives plucked from other people's martinis --he hides these things in strange places until they are rotten. And then he eats them.”

“If I could die saving two lives, I would, provided each of those two people were the kind of people who would die to save two more like them.”

“Two Kinds of PeopleThere are two kinds of people on earth today,Two kinds of people no more I say.Not the good or the bad, for it's well understood,The good are half bad, the bad are half good.Not the happy or sad, for in the swift-flying years,Bring each man his laughter, each man his tears.Not the rich or the poor, for to count a man's wealth,You must know the state of his conscience and health.Not the humble and proud, for in life's busy span,Who puts on vain airs is not counted a man.No! the two kinds of people on earth I mean,Are the people who lift, the people who lean.Wherever you go you'll find the world's massesAre ever divided into these two classes.And, strangely enough, you will find, too, I mean,There is only one lifter to twenty who lean.In which class are you? Are you easing the loadOf the overtaxed lifters who toiled down the road?Or are you a leaner who lets others bear,Your portion of worry and labor and care?”

“He was a glass half full kind of person and she was...what? The glass is going to break before you can even pour kind of person. Yikes.”

“The guy got torn the hell in half. He's in two big pieces, and he's very dead, unless I need him for the plot later.”