“Do you prefer Mitch? Or is Mitchell better?’.. .. Mitch, I say. Mitch is what my friends called me. ‘Well, Mitch it is then,’ Morrie says, as if closing a deal. ‘And, Mitch?’ Yes? ‘I hope one day you will think of me as your friend.”

“I’d rather strive for the kind of interview where instead of me asking to introduce myself to society, society asks me to introduce myself to society.”

“And it means snapshots, because that’s what all stories I write come down to; each is a snapshot of who I was during however many days and weeks it was written. A fictional reflection of my mind fossilized, set in paper and ink, instead of stone. Memorialized, for better or worse. This is who I was, and this, and this, and this, and that, and most times I look back and wince. I’m rarely kind to who I was. But other times, looking back is bittersweet. Sometimes, I’m even grateful to the me of then who left a snapshot for the me of now. Maybe I should let go and join those who pretend the past is past, but it’s a falsehood I’ve never learned to spin.”

“Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.”

“Kitten, this is my best mate, Charles, but you can call him Spade. Charles, this is Cat, the woman I’ve been telling you about. You can see for yourself that everything I’ve said is…an understatement.”

“My name is Percy Jackson. I’m twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.Am I a troubled kid?Yeah. You could say that.”