“I'm done talking to you for today, my chips are worn out.~Roc”

“I'm done waiting for someone, even my father, to save me. Today I'm the one who will be doing the saving.”

“I'm getting old, thought Eileen Calder. Old and worn out and cynical. And being cynical is a lot worse than being old or worn out.”

“What have you done to help society out today? Have you educated someone today on what's really going on in the world? Have you helped someone cross the street? Or even just talked to your fellow man? If not then you are part of the problem. It only takes good people to do nothing for evil to win.”

“I'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.”

“You were talking about the wind," the Fillyjonk said suddenly. "A wind that carries off your washing. But I'm speaking about cyclones. Typhoons, Gaffsie dear. Tornadoes, whirlwinds, sandstorms... Flood waves that carry houses away... But most of all I'm talking about myself and my fears, even if I know that's not done. I know everything will turn out badly. I think about that all the time. Even while I'm washing my carpet. Do you understand that? Do you feel the same way?”