“Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.”
“Let go of the people who dull your shine, poison your spirit, and bring you drama. Cancel your subscription to their issues.”
“Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.”
“The women one meets - what are they but books one has already read? You're a library of the unknown, the uncut. Upon my word I've a subscription.”
“Because, my weird has been able to cancel out your weird, Lady Cross-Stitch.”
“With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.”