“Empathize with stupidity and you’re halfway to thinking like an idiot.”

“We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot."
"Don't say that," I yelled. "You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.”

“When all else fails, admit you’re an idiot.”

“And then he thought: Is this how idiots rationalize their stupidity to themselves?”

“So do you think it's true what they say? About girls liking bastards?'
'He's not a bastard. He's an idiot.'
'Do girls like idiots then?”

“This life’s hard, but it’s harder if you’re stupid.”

“I think the problem with people like this is that they are so stupid that they have no idea how stupid they are.”

“So between you and me," I tell Justine on the phone that night, "we're either bitchy or stupid."
"Oh God," she moans. "Everyone thinks I'm an idiot."
"Thanks!”

“In boxing, if you think you will lose.. you're already halfway there.”

“I can't be frustrated at you because you’re stupid but I can be mad at you because you’re evil.”