“Growing up, I went through an awkward stage. It lasted from birth to last Tuesday.”

“I'm going through an awkward stage. You know, the one between birth and death.”

“Two days ago, Tuesday at 10:10 am, I gave birth to a bagel. And God commanded me to slice up my only begotten bagel in two, and who am I to argue with God? So I did it. Then I ate it. I’m not proud of the last part, but at the time it seemed like the right thing to do.”

“i know at last what i want to be when i grow up. when i grow up i want to be a little boy.”

“If Laziness is a disease then I'm on the last stage!”

“Will," she said softly, sleepily. "Last night--" You were kind to me, she was going to say. Thank you. The glare from his blue eyes stabbed through her. "There was no last night," he said through his teeth. At that, she sat up straight, almost awake. "Oh, truly? We just went right from one afternoon on through till the next morning? How odd no one else remarked on it. I should think it some miracle, a day with no night--”