“A Man, a Plan, a Bacchanal: Anomie,” said Peters, grandly. — Lev Grossman

Sometimes I think you have an overly vivid imagination, Hollis. With some things it’s just not worth thinking about them too carefully before they happen. They almost never turn out to be as horrible as you think they will.

“I was just getting comfortable,” she said. “Gimme another sec.”

“You can have all the sex you want.”

You know what women are like? They’re like those long, skinny blocks you get in Tetris, the ones made out of four blocks straight in a row. First when you need them you can’t get any, then when you don’t need them anymore they’re fucking everywhere and you don’t know what to do with them.