“But you know it's hard to tellWhen you're in the spell if it's wrong or if it's realBut you're bound to loseIf you let the blues get you scared to feel”

“"I don't know exactly what's wrong with you, but I bet it's hard to pronounce when you're drunk."”

“You know those days when you get the mean reds?""Same as the blues?""No," she said slowly. "No, the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of...”

“It's funny the things you think you're scared of until they're upon you, and then you're not.”

“It's not what you're not sure of that gets you: It's when you just know it's okay, and you don't check.”

“It's the sort of hum that makes you feel that you're the actual ground lying under the sky, a blue hum that's all above and around you, but if you think about it too hard it will get too loud or big, and make you feel no more than just a speck.”