“The room was a small square of hopelessness.A flash of red. And then:Dimensions: 10 ft. by 9 ft.I swallowed a horrific giggle. Perfect. And now I knew the exact measurements of hopelessness.”

“Today is 8-9-10. August, 9, 2010. So hooray for Chronologically Ascending Day!”

“MARRY JANE: What are you doing here?SPIDER-MAN: A 500 ft. geyser in Washington square and you're wondering what I'm doing here?”

“Hope, Patrick knew, was the exact measure of distancebetween himself and the person who’d come for help.”

“In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.”

“...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door.”