Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.

There is a certain delightful sort of hope which the introvert can receive only by having company over...the hope that they will leave soon.

You might be an introvert if you were ready to go home before you left the house.

Respect? Of course, always, to all, because everything seems funnier when you're trying to show respect.

Nothing amuses people more than a cocky guy who starts losing.

Tolerance! The virtue that makes one bite his tongue so that he can tear out his hair.