“Are you decent?" Tick-Tick called through the door.I said what I was supposed to: "No, but I'm dressed.”

“Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics, While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines.”

“Witches are naturally nosy,” said Miss Tick, standing up. “Well, I must go. I hope we shall meet again. I will give you some free advice, though.”“Will it cost me anything?”“What? I just said it was free!” said Miss Tick.“Yes, but my father said that free advice often turns out to be expensive,” said Tiffany.Miss Tick sniffed. “You could say this advice is priceless,” she said, “Are you listening?”“Yes,” said Tiffany.“Good. Now...if you trust in yourself...”“Yes?”“...and believe in your dreams...”“Yes?”“...and follow your star...” Miss Tick went on.“Yes?”“...you’ll still be beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy. Goodbye.”

“I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.”

“I may have no idea what I'm talking about," I said, a little ticked off now. "But we're all a part of a minority waiting for a majority to pull their heads out of their asses.”

“The ticking insideOn the inside of him there’s a wire fenceAnd past the wire fence is a dog And past the dog are thieves And past the thievesIs a gang of bad dreamsAnd past the dreamsIf you can get past the dreams Are the things that make him tick Tick, tick, tick(Page 54).”