Paul Jenkins Quotes (1965-)

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

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

“He stopped in his tracks to consider what might be Actually Occurring, as opposed to Apparently Occurring.”

““Wil,” said Barry with a weight of sadness that only a parent can know, “I tried as hard as I could.””

“His museum took a stance against conventional thinking, and the slow death of intellect that comes with mediocrity.”

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

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

“That’s it! That’s the utterly random mental chaos I was looking for! No one’s going to predict that response! Anything Else?”

“Outside, the city streets were gray and sodden. Indeed, Wil often fancied this was the city where they had invented the color gray.”

“The cat leaned into Wil’s leg and rubbed a little bit, just to let Wil know that he had officially been given permission to exist.”

“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.”

“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 allowed his voice to trail off. The chances of a rational explanation at this point were in exact proportion to the chances of Lucy believing it.”

“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.”

“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.”

“He was also willing to bet that not a single part of his next three or four minutes was going to make any sense, yet somehow it would all fit quite neatly into Mrs. Chappell’s version of reality.”

““I see where you’re going with this, Wil. Bravo!”
“Do you?” replied Wil. “Because honestly, Mr. Dinsdale, if you know where I’m going, perhaps you’d be kind enough to give me directions!””