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    I’ve tried my hand at matchmaking a few times, and learned that you should approach it like walking into a chemistry lab and mixing two unidentified beakers of chemicals: you might luck into a stable compound, or you might blow your hands off.
    —Jake

 
     
     
     
     
    You can love only your equals or inferiors—with your superiors, compassion is the best you can do.   And it’s pretty damn good.
    —Mary Callahan-Finn

 
     
     
     
     
    Why does a man try to comb hair over a bald spot?   Is he afraid you’ll fail to notice he’s a jerk?
    —Maureen

 
     
    Some memories you don’t want to put words on… because that would change them.
         Suppose, for instance, you gave a savage a helicopter ride.   The experience would be rich and vivid for him.   If, on his return to his village, he told friends he had been in a little cave of ice that flew like a bird, at first his memories would still be true, and different from what he said—but the more times he told or rethought the story, the more "helicopter" would become "flying ice cave"… which after all is a lesser thing.
         By naming the inexpressible, you lose it.
    —Edison Ripsborn

 
     
     
     
     
    The Nazz had them pretty eyes.   He wanted everybody to see out His eyes so they could see how pretty it was.
    —Dick Buckley, speaking of Jesus of Nazareth

 
     
     
     
     
    Vengeance is counterproductive.   Not to mention the fact that it gets your soul all sticky.
    —Lady Sally

 
     
     
     
     
    When I say that she played with me, for the first time in my life I mean that the way a little kid would mean it.   She played with me , like a kid might play with another kid that had been whacked on the head recently and needed some diversion.   Well, if this was a sane culture, I mean, and kids were allowed to have sex with each other as part of playing, like God intended.
    —Joe

 
     
     
     
     
    Art with contempt in it is always sour.
    —Lady Sally

 
     
     
     
     
    If it’s sloppy, eat it over the sink.
    —Tommy Robbins

 
     
     
     
     
    Now   I remember where I know you from.   I looked up "ugly" in the dictionary and they had a picture of you.
    —Long-Drink to Doc Webster

 
     
     
     
     
    "So isn’t it a pity,  
    when we common people chatter
    of those mysteries to which I have referred
    that we use for such a delicate and complicated matter
    such a very short and ordinary word?"
    —Anonymous

 
     
     
     
     
    We were not making love, we were fucking.   Nothing wrong with that; just not enough right with it.
    —Maureen

 
     
     
     
     
    I’ve been in hospitals.   They take away your pants.   Then they hurt you and starve you and expose you to disease.   Then they bill you.   A lot.
    —Joe

 
     
     
     
     
    All humans—without exception—want to love.   No organic or emotional or psychological damage can remove that need.   Humans can survive, albeit in pain, without being loved—but lock a man in a dungeon and he will find an ant to love, or try.   The sociopath, who feels no emotions, wishes he could, and is driven mad by his impotence.
    —Mickey

 
     
     
     
     
    If you are feeble-minded enough to want to believe in good and bad joss, the Constitution so entitles you—but have the decency not to try and spread the virus.
    —Lady Sally

 
     
           "Why do men want to leave right afterward so often?   When they could be cuddling and being held?"
           "Sometimes because the intensity of the relief, the depth of their gratitude, makes them feel small or out of control.   Sometimes because in their secret miseducated hearts they believe they’ve done something disgusting to you, and are glad of it, and so are ashamed.   And sometimes just because they were doing something when the dread compulsion came over them, and now they want  
    to get back to whatever it was."
     
    —exchange between Mary and Phillip (last name