"Oh, yeah - the Schwa. See, that was the whole point with the Schwa: You couldn't even think about him without losing track of your own thoughts - like even in your head he was somehow becoming invisible" (Chapter 1, p. 2).

"He wasn't good-looking; he wasn't ugly; he wasn't buff and he wasn't scrawny. He was just, like, average. Like if you looked up "kid" in the dictionary, his face would be there" (Chapter 1, p. 6).

"They say his eyes change color to match the sky. They say his shoes are always the same color as the ground. They say if you stare at him long enough, you can read what's written on the wall behind him" (Chapter 1, p. 9).

"'If I stand in a room and no-one sees me, it's like I was never there at all. Sometimes I even wonder if I was there myself.' Calvin Schwa speaking...