“I now have an erection that is probably tall enough to ride some of the scarier rides at Great America without a parent.”

“Some moments I believed Max could've easily been Red Riding Hood's wolf. But she probably would have liked it.”

“Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields...NO, YOU CAN'T RIDE A CAT. WHO EVER HEARD OF THE DEATH OF RATS RIDING A CAT? THE DEATH OF RATS WOULD RIDE SOME KIND OF DOG.Picture more fields, a great horizon-spanning network of fields, rolling in gentle waves...DON'T ASK ME I DON'T KNOW. SOME KIND OF TERRIER, MAYBE....fields of corn, alive, whispering in the breeze...RIGHT, AND THE DEATH OF FLEAS CAN RIDE IT TOO. THAT WAY YOU KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE....awaiting the clockwork of the seasons.METAPHORICALLY.”

“You must be this tall," I said, leveling my hand well above his stocky height, "to ride this ride." I blew him a kiss and kept walking.”

“Now shall I walk or shall I ride?'Ride,' Pleasure said;'Walk,' Joy replied.”

“He put his fingertips against her forehead."You must be at least this tall to ride The Beast.""Secure your belongings and keepy your arms and legs around the ride at all times.”