“Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.”

“Oh my dear fellow...should you not be askind, 'Would the tea like the cup?”

“I resisted the temptation to turn around and stick out my tongue in derision at Beliquose. After all, there was no telling when or if we should meet again, and I certainly did not need him saying, 'Ah yes, Poe, the fellow whose trespasses i could have forgiven in their entirety... except for the tongue thing. Yes, for that, you must surely die.”

“I will never belong to anyone—I will die before I allow that to happen.”

“Is goodwill so fragile, so precarious a thing, then? (Of course, dear fellow, of course)”

“Fifty million people die every year, six thousand die every hour, and over one hundred people die every minute. But when thousands of people die in the same place and at the same time, we are more likely to wonder why God would allow such a thing to happen.”