“All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece but not too much.”

“A cake for all is not a celebration of one. Cupcakes are the ultimate birthday cake.”

“I am six years old and instead of celebrating with birthday cakes, I chew on a piece of charcoal. ”

“Yes, you may have your cake and eat it too. I will only take the rest of the world along with all the other cakes in it, thank you!”

“She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.”

“Birthday Soup is good to eat, but not as good as Birthday Cake.”