Paul Jenkins Quotes

Wil knew that he had done something that might never be undone: his Dad might forgive the years of lies, but he would never forgive this one moment of absolute truth.

You know, Mr. Dinsdale, this all sounds delightfully bananas but I’m kinda monkeyed out this week.

Wil opened his eyes to find Thursday glaring in at him through his window; apparently, the universe was already in a foul mood.

Hindsight would later suggest to Wil that things coincidentally began to fall down at exactly the same time he began to relax. He wasn’t to know this at the time, of course. Otherwise it would’ve been foresight.

We all know that life isn’t fair. But life should at least come with a printed copy in large type in case of misunderstandings and overbilling.

Wil felt like a nun at a fashion show: he was clearly out of his comfort zone, and would probably be better off sticking to his usual habits.

Your eyes only see what your mind lets you believe!

The Quantum Needle was theoretically used to repair any tears in the fabric of the space-time continuum, though how it actually worked in the field was a matter of some debate. When Wil had pressed the question, Mr. Dinsdale had simply mumbled, “quantum physics,” which seemed to be his standard response to any question he didn’t know the answer to.

He began to think of better days, all of which lay in the opposite direction from the one he was facing.

Wil had always been a hopeless romantic, with “hopeless” being the operative word.

Wil Morgan awoke from his regular anxiety dream, in which he had just finished second in a World’s Biggest Failure competition.

Wil had learned as a child that the best way to deal with goons—the more muscle-bound the better—was to confuse them. For while the human bicep was something anyone with a little patience could build up to an impressive size, the human brain was less a variable and more something a person was born with. Goons, in his experience, were rarely born with very large ones.

The next morning, Wil Morgan awoke from a fitful night’s sleep and a rather disturbing variation of his anxiety dream in which he’d arrived too late to register for the World’s Biggest Failure competition and had been disqualified.

He’d carefully judged the measure of his opponent’s resolve, and knew that a man as greedy and weak willed as Marcus James would always be the one to crack first under duress.

I think you're missing the point."
"I think I'm not alone in that.