“I Have Great Faith In Fools; Self-Confidence My Friends Call It.”

“Don't let the elegance act fool you," Varen said, drawing out his notepad. "She farts.”

“My beautiful, my Isobel. My Love. You ask me to wait. And so I wait.For all of this, I know, is but a dream.And when, in sleep, at last we wake,I will see you again.”

“Why the snap-crackle-pop didn't you call me?”

“So, you let me get through that whole spiel, my entire tirade, but weren't going to let me have the dramatic walkaway, were you?”

“Yeah, well, I tried to explain that my mind powers don’t work on Tuesdays.”

“I keep telling myselfThat you’rejust a girl.Another leaf blown across my pathDestined to pass onAnd shrivel into yourselfLike all the others.Yet despite my venomYou refuse to witherOr fade.You remain golden throughout,And in your gaze I am left to wonder if it is me aloneWho feels the fall.”