Election Quotes

“Maybe that's what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“As far as I could tell, he earned his hundred thousand a year by wandering the hallway with a Styrofoam cup of coffee, smiling at the pretty girls and scowling at the boys who didn't play sports. Somebody should have stuck a broom in his hand and made him an honest man.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“If we'd been on speaking terms, I might've told her that I'd come to think of sex as this long dark tunnel that turns friends into strangers, strangers into friends.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“I only wished the ledger of my own life could be so easily set aright, with a series of fat black lines drawn neatly through my sins and errors.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“Detective stories are right about one thing, though: once you’ve committed a crime, nothing is simple. The whole world bends to your exposure. Before you know it, you’re on the eleven o’clock news, wearing a jacket on your head.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“I'd come to think of sex as this long dark tunnel that turns friends into strangers, strangers into friends.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“Stan and Rudy are grown men. It's too late to shape their minds, to teach them values and a sense of compassion. You have to do that when kids are young, before their personalities harden and they come to love their own ignorance.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“Diane used to joke that I was getting in touch with my own inner asshole, but all I was really doing was claiming my American birthright. There's a sales professional lying dormant in each and every one of us, just waiting for a chance to blossom.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“What about Clinton?" I asked. "He's pretty interesting."

"Ugh." Dad looked disgusted. "That guy. He could stand out in the rain all day and not get wet.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“No one knows what love is," he told me. "If someone says they do, they're full of shit.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election

“It's a bad dream: my English teacher is standing naked at the foot of this slightly lumpy bed, clutching a pair of not-quite-white underpants in his hand, studying me with this creepy look on his face, the one he gets when he's reading aloud in class and wants us to think he's moved by the passage.”
― Tom Perrotta, Election