“What are you, in love with her?" Travis says. "You're staring like an idiot."
The weird thing is, I think I am.”

“You're making me nervous by being so weird.
But your weirdness is what I like about you.”

“What kind of idiot do you think I am?”

“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.”

“But you love her.”
Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he
said finally. “I had come to think I would
never love anyone, but I love her.”

““What kind of idiot do you think I am?”
”I have no idea what kind of idiot you are,” Miss Jesczenka said. “That’s why I’m asking.””

“Gordie: Do you think I'm weird?
Chris: Definitely.
Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird?
Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird”

“All my strength has come back to me. I am no longer wounded or ill. I carry her in my arms. It is difficult work to carry in your arms a being equal to yourself. Strong as you may be, you hardly suffice for it. And what I say as I look at her and see her, I say because I am strong and not because I am weak:
"You're everything for me because you are you, and I love all of you."”

“You may be an idiot but I don't think you're a fool.”

“I am weird, you are weird. Everyone in this world is weird. One day two people come together in mutual weirdness and fall in love.”