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That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
Mothers are all slightly insane.
But what I mean is, lots of time you don't know what interests you most till you start talking about something that doesn't interest you most.
It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
“What really knocks me out is a book, when you’re all done reading it, you wished the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.”
Det som virkelig tar pusten fra meg, er bøker som får deg til å sitte igjen med et brennende ønske om at forfatteren var en kjempekompis du kunne ringe til så ofte du hadde lyst.
It's pretty hard to knock a guy out, except in the goddam movies.
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.