I'm legitimately sad that I’ve finished this book, and I'll sincerely miss Nick Twisp and all of his zainy misadventures in his early teen years.
"How cruel is the hand of time. Better to die young than witness such ravages."
"'Next week,' replied Lefty. 'Yes, Jim, next week I can trade you a Joe Jackson for a Bob Feller.'
'Maybe you'll have laid Millie Filbert by then.'
'Yes, Jim,' said Lefty, 'That would certainly be a great day in major league baseball.'"
"'Will I see you in class tomorrow, Nick?' Rhonda inquired coquettishly.
'If my brain tumor permits,' I sighed.
'Your brain tumor!' she exclaimed. 'I thought you said you were fine.'
'I am,' I replied. 'Except for my malignant brain tumor. It's the size of a grapefruit.'"
"Peals of laughter followed me out of the room. Now I understand why kids bring guns to school."
"'Joanie will want to see me now,' he said confidently. 'I've left my wife.'
'How fortunate for her,' said Francois. 'Your wife, I mean.'"
"God not listening as usual. Icy rain falling. Getting soaked through. No shelter. Teeth chattering. Spirits sinking."
"'You watch your smart mouth!'
I've heard that line before."
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