“If you saw two groups of children arguing over which of them could play in some waste ground, would you chose sides?”
“My father would argue two side of a möbius strip.”
“The other day I was playing Scrabble. I saw that I could close the space in D-E- -Y. I had an N and an F. Which do you think I chose? What was the word I made?”
“You couldn't argue the facts; you could only change the lens through which you looked at them".”
“Life is like a fruit basket. You can eat some of it or wast it and throw some of it out. Only you can chose on wat to do with that fruit basket.”
“Out of all the guys she could love, I am two of them. But she chose my clone over me and that hurts. And it feels good.”