“God is a sore loser. Me and him made a bet, and when he lost, he refused to pay up.”

“Sore loser? You bet your fuckin' ass! What on earth is wrong with being a sore loser? It shows you cared about whatever the contest was in the first place. Fuck losing graciously-that's for chumps. And losers, by the way.”

“Yesterday I went to see a doctor. I woke up with a sore throat, congested sinuses, and invisibility. But when I got to the doctor’s office, he refused to see me.”

“I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.”

“he was home on his own and listening to the sort of music he needed to listen to when he felt like this, music that seemed to find the sore spot in him and press up hard against it...”

“When Hitler declared war on the United States, he was betting that German soldiers, raised up in the Hitler Youth, would always out fight American soldiers, brought up in the Boy Scouts. He lost that bet. The Boy Scouts had been taught how to figure their way out of their own problems.”