“I guess Faulkner never would have written anything like this, huh? Oh, well.”

“And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.”

“Oh no, praying is great, without it the thumbscrews and the Iron Maiden probably never would have been invented.”

“Kindle, isn’t it?” the waitress asked. “I got one for Christmas, and I love it. I’m reading my way through all of Jodi Picoult’s books.” “Oh, probably not all of them,” Wesley said. “Huh? Why not?” “She’s probably got another one done already. That’s all I meant.” “And James Patterson’s probably written one since he got up this morning!” she said, and went off chortling.”

“Well, I guess that in the computer magazines God is more often spelled Gates, but you know what I mean.”

“Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up”

“If a writer knows what he or she is doing, I'll go along for the ride. If he or she doesn't... well, I'm in my fifties now, and there are a lot of books out there. I don't have time to waste with the poorly written ones.”