“[Cora:] Did you hit your head on a library book?”

“[Veda:] 'Sure. Let me put these [books] back and we can go.'Cora looked at the number of volumes on the table and sat back. ‘I should have brought my iPod,’ she said, folding her arms.”

“What are you talking about?’ Cora said. Veda had a sudden image of her standing over a small child with her hands on her hips and a scowl.”

“[Cora:]‘Michael—that guy from the restaurant the other night—he works over there. He runs the prehistoric department.’‘I’m surprised,’ Veda said. ‘At what?’‘That you’re dating someone who reads.”

“Dev laughed a tired, semi-crazed laugh on the other end of the line. 'I never thought life would be so exciting taking on a no-name screenwriter out of Maine.'Rylie smiled. 'Aren't you glad you did?”

“I don’t want to hear any of your worries or your doubts or your remote possibilities based on so little evidence even you can’t explain where those thoughts are coming from aside from the ever-popular, ‘I just have this feeling’.”

“[Karen:] You need to watch more TV.[Rylie:] My dear mother would roll over in her grave. [Karen:] Your mother lives in Palm Beach.[Rylie:] Potato, potahto.”