"Jesus, Willy, there's a hole in my glass. It's empty" -- pg. 389
In the distance he could hear the stuttering of Mr. Vandestar's Hudson...Jack knew the car's problem was in the master cylinder; he could tell by listening to it. (pg. 5) -- Which cylinder is the master cylinder? Are all the rest slave cylinders?
There is a lot of examination values, authority, and boy-girl relationships here, some satirical humor, some tragedy, and I want to say again I enjoyed the book very much.
But rowing, too -- upstream, of course, you always go upstream. I think that's required by the Protestant ethic, using a rowing machine seems very Protestant to me. -- (pg. 72)
I probably widened my eyes a little, looking at the back of my mother's head. Her saying "fucked over" like that, to me, told me she was really concentrating. on the problem we faced, but not on form or the proprieties. As a rule, she doesn't use the f-word, figuratively, while speaking to her impressionable son. -- (pg. 244)
"...After all, the most important thing between two people is the f-word."
"What?" I said. Incredulous. "The f-word?"
"Sure," he said, "the f-word. Faith." -- (pg. 260)
"That's not insect repellent," I said.
"I know. You don't tink I recognize melted chin fat when I see it?" -- pg. 460