“Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.”

“they have enough testosterone between them, if testosterone were electricity they could light up New York City for the month of August”

“Can't you just read the directions?”“I could if I wasn't fueled by testosterone and stupidity, but where's the fun in that?”

“I feel like a lot of time my writing is like having about twenty boxes of Christmas decorations. But no tree. You're going, Where do I put this? Then they go, Okay, you can have a tree, but we'll blindfold you and you gotta cut it down with a spoon.”

“Mercy laughed. “You have to excuse them—boys suffer from an incurable disability.”“What?”“Testosterone.”

“Oh, you know Andy. He wouldn't feel sorry for himself if he got his hand cut off. He told me it could have been worse." Andy's favorite line: it can always get worse.”