“The turtle whose headIs within his shellThinks the world outsideIs going well.”

“So he can go ride a donkey naked through the desert with snapping turtles attached to his nipples for all I care.”

“There is an Indian story -- at least I heard it as an Indian story -- about an Englishman who, having been told that the world rested on a platform which rested on the back of an elephant which rested in turn on the back of a turtle, asked (perhaps he was an ethnographer; it is the way they behave), what did the turtle rest on? Another turtle. And that turtle? 'Ah, Sahib, after that it is turtles all the way down”

“His kiss was exactly like it always was. Hot, heady, heavenly.”

“Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?”

“Now about this turtle. I think I’m gonna name it Oliver.”“Why’s that?”“Because he’s leaving little turtle poop ‘Oliver’ his terrarium.”