“How many birthdays can you fit in a shoebox? I guess that depends both on how old you are, and what size shoe you wear.”

“How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.”

“Beauty is not in the size of clothes you wear or how you look. Beauty is what size your heart is. Just be you”

“How many birthdays can you fit in your lifetime? If you answered "All of them," you should have your genitals ripped out from underneath your father's pillowcase.”

“Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?""I guess it depends on how you die.”

“But he is an Italian," was Umberto's sensible reply. "He doesn't care if you break some law a little bit, as long as you wear beautiful shoes. Are you wearing beautiful shoes? Are you wearing the shoes I gave you?...principessa?"I looked down at my flip-flops. "I guess I'm toast.”