Quinton didn’t know exactly how to put everything that was ridiculous about that idea in a single sentence. - Lev Grossman

“You’re an interesting case,” she said.
There is really no end to life’s little humiliations, Quentin reflected.

If this was madness it was an entirely new kind of madness, as yet undocumented in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. She had nerdophrenia. She was dorkotic.

Hate isn’t like love, it doesn’t end. It goes on forever. You can never get to the bottom of it. And it’s so pure, so unconditional!