“The chili I ate made for an explosive bathroom experience. I don't know how to put this delicately, but I missed the toilet entirely.”

“The chili I ate for lunch resulted in an explosive bathroom experience. Umm...I don't know how to put this delicately, but...I missed the toilet entirely.”

“I'd made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. I didn't understand how. But the toilets responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing.”

“I don't know why they call them Cheerios, I ate an entire box and didn't feel any happier!!”

“I simply--don't know," Flavius said, and then suddenly explosive: "I don't know and I don't care! Go to bed.”

“At 14, I am an experiment. Inside, I am resurrected. I am in the middle of the kind of explosion of perspective that, in later years, I will pay a great deal of money to emulate in nightclubs, and at parties, in bathrooms--counting out tenners for pills in order to feel a tenth this remorseless, expanded, and inspired.”