He'd Fought Hard, Lida Told Me, As

Pg. 231-232: They'd Given Me A Minivan. They Could Have Picked Any Car And They Picked A Minivan. A Minivan. O God Of The Vehicular Justice, Why Dost Thou Mock Me? Minivan, You Albatross Around My Neck! You Mark Of Cain! You Wretched Beast High Ceilings And Few Horsepower!

I'm A Grenade, I Just Want To Stay Away From People And Read Books, And Think.

Ben's Tongue Is Like Sunscreen...it's Good For Your Health And Should Be Applied Liberally.

You May Be Smart, But I've Been Smart Longer.

Gus Knew. Gus Knows. I Will Not Tell You Our Love Story, Because—like All Real Love Stories—it Will Die With Us, As It Should. I'd Hoped That He'd Be Eulogizing Me.