“In other words, it is impossible: we cannot function properly, and the evening ends in confusion and awkwardness, and very early.”

“Influential books are often a disappointment, if they're properly influential, because influence cannot guarantee the quality of the imitators, and your appetite for the original has been partially sated by its poor copies.”

“We were little animals, which is not to imply that by the end of the week we were tearing our tank tops off; just that, metaphorically speaking, we had begun to sniff each other's bottoms, and we did not find the odor entirely repellent.”

“There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.”

“In other words, it's one of those books you thrust on your partner with an incredulous cry of "This is me!”

“We get together with people because they're the same or because they're different, and in the end we split with them for exactly the same reasons.”

“The truth about life was that nothing ever ended until you died, and even then you just left a whole bunch of unresolved narratives behind you.”