“Writing is my oxygen. Music is my carbon dioxide.”

“He could taste the familiar tang of museum air - an arid, deionized essence that carried a faint hint of carbon - the product of industrial, coal-filter dehumidifiers that ran around the clock to counteract the corrosive carbon dioxide exhaled by visitors.”

“While information is the oxygen of the modern age, disinformation is the carbon monoxide that can poison generations.”

“(Chris) “Katie, seriously. He’s a jock with entitlement issues. What about that could I possibly like?”“Well…” Her friend trailed off and Chris could hear Katie’s fingers drumming a pattern on the table. “You guys have a lot in common.”Chris snorted and started mixing the salad with two large forks. “What, we both convert oxygen into carbon dioxide?”

“Music is my longtime friend. And I could never betray it. I listen to music while I’m writing.”

“When Al Gore urges the citizenry to sacrifice their plastic shopping bags, their air-conditioning, their extraneous travel, the agnostics grumble that human activity accounts for just 2 percent of global carbon-dioxide emissions, with the remainder generated by natural processes like plant decay.”