“No matter how puny your frontal equipment, don't wear the kind with the giant pads inside. If a guy squeezes them, he will wonder why they feel like Nerf balls instead of boobs.”

“I've learned that it doesn't matter how your husband squeezes the toothpaste, the important thing is how he squeezes you.”

“What kind of a dork uses a lame stage name anyway? And why Shade? Because he wears sunglasses all the time?""Yeah, he has to wear them. He has vision problems.."Melanie's stomach dropped and she covered her big, blabbering mouth with one hand. "He does? Shit. Now I feel bad."The guy chuckled. "I'm just fucking with you. He wears them because he enjoys looking like a douche twenty-four seven.”

“From now onwards he must not only think right; he must feel right, dream right. And all the while he must keep his hatred locked up inside him like a ball of matter which was part of himself and yet unconnected with the rest of him, a kind of cyst.”

“For the first time, I don't feel the giant hands pressing around my heart. Instead, I feel weightless, as if someone has untied a knot inside me and I am slowly unfolding.”

“You know, it's a wonder I managed to squeeze into the room what with your giant-assed ego taking up all the space.”