“Maybe television causes cancer, Garp thinks; but his real irritation is a writer's irritation: he knows that wherever the TV glows, there sits someone who isn't reading.”

“wherever the TV glows, there sits someone who isn't reading.”

“He puts up with a lot from me, and he never gets irritated.""Yeah, cause you can be so darn irritating..." He lowered his face and kissed my eyebrow tenderly, "with those irritating cinnamon-brown eyes..." His kisses moved down to my nose. "And that irritating, tiny nose..." He paused, his mouth a mere breath away from mine, and he kissed me softly. "And those irritating, luscious lips..." The green of his eyes darkened as he gazed down at my mouth. "God, those lips..." he sighed, and his warm breath drifted lightly across my mouth as his arms tightened around me more. He kissed me long and hard.”

“It is not irritating to be where one is. It is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.”

“Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent't killed any of them?”

“If he could just get rid of the harsh irritation of his conscious thinking, then he would be all right; then he would be at peace”