“Parker: When can you start?Rainie: I can start tomorrow if you'd like. My schedule is pretty much open. All I have to keep me at home is Thomas.Parker: Ah. It figures that there'd be a man in the picture. You're too lovely to be unattached.Rainie: Thomas is a cat.”

“When you start thinking that you need more hours in a day you either have too much on your plate, you need to revise your schedule, or you're simply becoming slow...”

“I have spent too much of my life opening doors for cats—I once calculated that, since the dawn of civilization, nine hundred and seventy-eight man-centuries have been used up that way. I could show you figures.”

“One of my biggest fears is that I'm going to die alone in my home, and my cats will eat me because I am too dead to open their food cans.”

“I wouldn't know what to do with [colour]. Colour to me is too real. It's limiting. It doesn't allow too much of a dream. The more you throw black into a colour, the more dreamy it gets… Black has depth. It's like a little egress; you can go into it, and because it keeps on continuing to be dark, the mind kicks in, and a lot of things that are going on in there become manifest. And you start seeing what you're afraid of. You start seeing what you love, and it becomes like a dream.”

“Sing me a pretty love song as I start to cryTell me you love me as you wipe the blood from my eyeTell me why the only one who can wipe away my tearsIs the only one who's the source of all my fears”