“See, that's what I like about you, Carrots You're not fussy.”

“Gregor lifted the knife and slammed it down. The tops of the carrot rolled across the table, some hitting the floor."What are you doing?""I'm chopping carrots.""Gregor, they are carrots! not tree branches.""I fail to see the difference.”

“Your diet must be about fifty-fifty, carrots and locoweed," Annie said softly.He froze."I can't figure out what in the name of God's labia majora you think you're doing...but I'm impressed by how well you're doing it in the dark. You must have eyes like a cat.”

“I don't deny that I get excited, but that's what happens when you're passionate about what you do.”

“How're the Broncos doing?""Like a bunch of carrots.""Is that bad?""Can carrots play baseball?""I guess not.""Then you have your answer.”

“Then we shan’t regard anyone as a lover of knowledge or wisdom who is fussy about what he studies…”