“He should not be here, " said the fish in the pot. " he should not be here when your mother is not.”

“He was a character.A character who should still be here. Damn it all to hell.He should still be here.”

“He is some brainless, beautiful creature, who should always be here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in the summer when we want something to chill our intelligence.”

“Then he was on his knees in front of me. "Come here Princess," he cooed.My pulse spiked. I wondered if I should slap him or "come here." Then I realized he was talking to the cat.”

“This," he said, "is a dance. We should savor every step. Think of all we have accomplished already, my friend, and here we've only begun!”

“All he said was, "Here, have your dinfast. Then we can start packing." "Dinfast," Nick repeated. "Dinner and breakfast!" Alan said triumphantly. "Like brunch." Nick subjected him to a long, judgemental stare. "There's something very wrong with you," he said at last. "I thought you should know.”