Lacey was just as happy alone as with company. When she was alone, she was potential; with others she was realized. Alone, she was self-contained, he… - Steve Martin

Lacy was just as happy alone as with company. When she was alone, she was potential; with others she was realized.

"Clarissa habla conmigo durante exactamente cuarenta y cinco minutos, pero no es psiquiatra cualificada; es estudiante de psiquiatría. De modo que oficialmente es una visitante que tiene los ojos verdes..."

"Si estaba en una misión de recopilación de datos o coqueteaba conmigo, no habría sabido decirlo. Pero que supiera qué fármacos corrían por mis privadas venas era algo profundamente íntimo."

"Hay una tradición solemne en torno a lo clandestino..."

"Ya no pude permitirme crear un código cuando sabía en todo momento que su último fin era ser decodificado."

"Toda ella era una colección de colores pastel, y su piel, con el brillo rosa que irradiaba, contrastaba con la arena blanca y el azul turquesa de su blusa. A partir de su imagen y de los recuerdos que tenía de ella me hice una idea clara de su cualidad más conmovedora: su negativa a estar triste."

"No sabía si los gestos de Clarissa hacía mí eran platónicos, aristotélicos, hegelianos o eróticos. De modo que me quedé allí, unido a ella por tres puntos: su mano en mi nuca, mi mano en su espalda y su pelo acariciándome el costado. Miré el cielo y me pregunté cómo podía estar enamorado de alguien cuyo nombre no era un anágrama..."

Fragmentos de El Placer de mi Compañía,
escrito por Steve Martin

But Carroll's were more convoluted, and they struck me as funny in a new way:

1) Babies are illogical.
2) Nobody is despised who can manage a crocodile.
3) Illogical persons are despised.

Therefore, babies cannot manage crocodiles.

And:

1) No interesting poems are unpopular among people of real taste.
2) No modern poetry is free from affectation.
3) All of your poems are on the subject of soap bubbles.
4) No affected poetry is popular among people of taste.
5) Only a modern poem would be on the subject of soap bubbles.

Therefore, all your poems are uninteresting.

It's so hard to believe in anything anymore, you know what I mean? It's like, religion, you really can't take it seriously, 'cause it seems so mythological, and seems so arbitrary; and then on the other hand, science is just pure empiricism, and by virtue of its method, it excludes metaphysics. — I guess I wouldn't believe in anything if it weren't for my lucky astrology mood watch. [Audience member]: What's your mood watch say? Martin: Yeah, I remember when I had my first beer.