“I'm not shooting for happy. I'm aiming for comfortable and fat.”

“By the bones!" said Shay. "He has all seven!""All seven what?""The Potter biographies! The College of Spires only had five of the volumes... four now, since I stole one.""What's so special about these books?" She picked up one of the fat tomes and flipped it open."Potter was a member of a race of wizards who lived in the last days of the human age," said Shay.Jandra frowned as she flipped through the pages. "Are you certain this isn't fiction?" She asked.”

“He sat the silver disk between Poocher's shoulder blades. The pig turned around in a circle, as if he were trying to see the disk on his back, which his fat neck wouldn't allow. After his third revolution, he closed his eyes and scrunched up his snout. His wings unfolded. He floated off the ground, looking smug.Everyone in the room knew there was something that needed to be said. But not even Hex, who'd never shown any fear of an obvious joke, dared say it.”

“...I could now look down at ghostly fingers, wraith-like toes, and a phantom wang.”

“I decided long ago that life's absurd. If you don't develop a sense of humor, it will drive you mad.”

“I don't sing because I'm happy. I'm happy because I sing.”

“I'm not Stubborn; I'm right!”