“You know I used to be the back porch poet with my book of lines, always hoping knowing all the time, I'm probably never gonna find the perfect rhyme. . .For heavier things”

“Damn it," he mumbled apologetically, "things like this never happened to Vorthalia the Bold."She raised a thoughtful eyebrow. "How do you know? The histories of those times were all written by minstrels and poets. You try and think of a word that rhymes with 'bleeding ulcer”

“I need a sign to let me know you're here. All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere. I need to know that things are gonna look up... I'm calling all you Angels...I won’t give up if you don’t give up".”

“i'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow”

“I know perfection is one thing I will never achieve, but I will always make it my goal because this means I am always giving my all and working to improve”

“I hope that I will never let you down. I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound. Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares. It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right. I know that there's a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have. There's a line drawn in the sand. I'm working up the will to cross it.”