People never notice anything.

I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.

People never believe you.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

He had a theory, Walt did, that the religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sics on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.