“Creighton tried to smile again. The result fit him like panty hose on a mastiff.”

“Once I learned how to make pot holders out of multi-colored pieces of panty hose, but that doesn't seem quite on par.”

“It is my wish to die of unique causes, perhaps in a high-speed tricycle crash, a bizarre stapling incient, or as a result of inadvertently sucking my brains out through my ear while trying to untwist the vacuum hose.”

“It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.”

“I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.”

“Since Dominic's been sleeping with me, the mice have been trying various labels on him, looking for one that fits. My personal favorite was the week they spent calling him "the God of Absolutely Never Smiling, No, Not Ever.”