“We do not thieve the peckers of men who've spurned us and squirrel them away in glass jars.”

“Dancing? Not only do I have two left feet, but they’re different sizes. And I don’t put them in shoes—I store them in glass jars in my basement.”

“Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it. The thieves, the thieves, the filthy little thieves. Where are they with my Precious? Curse them! We hates them.”

“Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.”

“If Peter Pecker picked a pack of pecker partners, how many pecker partners would Peter Pecker pick?”

“When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in”