“Sighing, she shut the book with a snap. “All right. You need to vent, so I’ll listen to you vent. But do it quickly, because Rydstorm was about to plunder Sabine with his thick, hard—”

“Do you want my input or is this just an angry tirade you need to vent? (Acheron)Both! (Kat)Okay, you rant and I’ll add my comments at the end. (Acheron)”

“She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.”

“Did God really say that I couldn't tell my friends what so and so did yesterday? Does that really count as gossip? No, it's just venting, and venting is healthy right? Wrong! We are supposed to think about the things that are praiseworthy, not gossip worthy.”

“Do not imagine you can exorcise what oppresses you in life by giving vent to it in art. ”

“The most dangerous drink is gin. You have to be really, really careful with that. And you also have to be 45, female and sitting on the stairs. Because gin isn't really a drink, it's more a mascara thinner. "Nobody likes my shoes!" "I made... I made fifty... fucking vol-au-vents, and not one of you... not one of you... said 'Thank you.'" And my favourite: "Everybody, shut up. Shut up! This song is all about me.”