“Okay, little car, you are protesting roads. They are death traps for animals. They are environmentally unsound impervious surfaces that cause runoff. I understand this. But could we protest in the summer?”
“As I said, this was my sarcastic summer. It was only long after that I recognized sarcasm as the protest of people who are weak.”
“Let death find us as we are building up our matchstick protests against its waves.”
“Protest poetry -- could there be consensus poetry?”
“You may protest if you can love the person you are protesting against as much as you love yourself.”
“I can read. A little. I kind of protested it in School(TM). On the grounds that the silent 'E' is stupid.”