“Nice dress you're almost wearing. You ever think about changing professions?" -Ranger”

“Augustus glanced away from the screen ever so briefly. “You look nice,” he said. I was wearing this just-past-the-knees dress I’d had forever. “Girls think they’re only allowed to wear dresses on formal occasions, but I like a woman who says, you know, I’m going over to see a boy who is having a nervous breakdown, a boy whose connection to the sense of sight itself is tenuous, and gosh dang it, I am going to wear a dress for him.”

“It’s not about the dress you wear, but it’s about the life you lead in the dress.”

“You're not looking for a partner," Ranger said. "You're looking for an enforcer. You hate to run. You must be worried about getting into that black dress. What did you eat just now? Piece of cake? Candy bar?" "Everything," I said. "I just ate everything.”

“... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.”

“You're dressed way too nIce for what I have in mind to do to you.”