“Here there be monster." Bob whispered, half hysterically. "Run! Run already!”

“You don’t have to run faster than the bear to get away. You just have to run faster than the guy next to you.”

“I love watching him think," Maeve told Lily. "You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.”

“Bob, would you be willing to take on Evil Bob?"Bob's eyes darted nervously. "I'd . . . prefer not to. I'd really, really prefer not to. You have no idea. That me was crazy. And buff. He worked out.”

“Bob," I said over my shoulder. "Tell her it's me.""Can't," Bob said in a dreamy tone. "Boobs.”

“Sometimes the things that are good for you, in the long run, hurt for a little while when you first get to them.”

“Mort drove one of those little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism. It was made out of crepe paper and duct tape and boasted a computer system that looked like it could have run the NYSE and NORAD, with enough attention left over to play tic-tac-toe. Or possibly Global Thermonuclear War.”