“Have you eaten?' I asked Diesel.When?'Recently.'No.”
“...if the spell was off, I’d have my heart eaten before I could turn around.”“Don’t you want your heart eaten?” asked the fire. [...]“Naturally I don’t,” Sophie answered.”
“I suppose you could call me...Soot," said the thing. "Yes...Soot. I have breathed it, lived in it, and eaten it for so long that it is a fitting name.""Eaten it?" asked Suzy. "Why eat soot?""Boredom," said Soot.”
“Did you ever find it?" Cyn asked."What's that?""Something he wouldn't give you?""You know, Cynthia, I did. Very recently,in fact."What was it?""You”
“Look at the sky. Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no? And you will see how everything changes...”
“No more kisses for you, until you have eaten !”