Why am I not good at anything?""You're a good dad.""It ain't rocket science."No, Vic thought. It was harder.

Already, though, she understood the difference between being a child and being an adult. The difference is when someone says he can keep the bad things away, a child believes him.

Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

You sure you're all right? You aren't out here pondering dark female thoughts are you?

He believed in his own decency with all his heart. So it was with every true monster, Vic supposed.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better...

To be honest, I think cell phones were invented by the devil.

There is no problem the mind of man can set that the mind of man cannot solve.

All Egyptians, not only the protestors, have broken through the fear barrier, therefore I expect only one outcome - protests will continue until Mubarak steps down from power.

I think of translations as passing some scholarly smell test: you can read the words of the translation and be reasonably sure of what the words are in the original.

When I achieved the European record for reciting pi in 2004, this captured the imagination of Professor Simon Baron-Cohen in Cambridge and he finally diagnosed me with Asperger's that year.

Through my surfing, I met all my friends that helped me out in the music world, and so that's kind of how it all began. So, it was the surfing and then the music.

Fans never fall asleep at our games, because they're afraid they might get hit by a pass.

Things said and done innocently should never be used as weapons.

You Negroes are not willing to admit it yet, but integration will not work. Why, it is against the white man's nature to integrate you into his house.

Do I suffer for my art? Well, I get a lot of flatulence when I'm nervous.

There's just something about me and my persona that's a little bit bigger than life and ridiculous at times.