“I can't jump in front of the microphone and push him down. OK, he said it. Let's try and get it corrected for the next time.”

“OK, you trained monkeys, everybody jump up and down. Let's bring back the good old pogo!”

“You can't leave me alone," she said, following him into the living room.
"Yes," he corrected, "I can. You'll be perfectly safe."
"The front door's off!"
"Well, yes. You'll be perfectly safe as long as they don't come through the front door.”

“He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.”

“Out on the street I was talkin' to a man.
He said "there's so much of this life of mine that I don't understand."
You shouldn't worry I said, that ain't no crime.
'Cause if you get it wrong you'll get it right next time, next time.”

“Ok, I said to myself as I sighted the bird down the end of the gun. This time, my fine feathered friend, there is no escape.”

“I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him.”

“We all trying to get to where the suffering ends. In front of the Most High, being judged for our sins. Can't front for the Most High.”

“"What?" said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show that he hadn't been frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an exercising sort of way.”

“… That would be like stepping in front of a moving train and saying, 'Hey, honey, come stand next to me.'"
I hopped off the wall and stood next to him. "Anytime."
He just looked at me.
"I've never killed a train before. It might be fun to try.”