“Happiness for me is largely a matter of digestion.”

“Peace is happiness digesting”

“I am alone. Alone except for the sirens, alone except for the burning, empty city on the edge of a rotting, pollutedriver green with algae, host to rubber-skinned, gibbous-eyed things with mouths large enough to swallow me whole andprotruding stomachs ready to digest me.”

“Digest-digests, digest-digest-digests. Politics? One column, two sentences, a headline!”

“Isn't the information about your ability enough to digest right now?""The info is digested, Michael. As a matter of fact, it's so digested it's getting ready to come out as a big pile of sh-""Don't get snippy with me." His eyes flashed a warning."I'm not snippy. I'm mad," I returned through gritted teeth. "And your personal health is in danger if you don't fess up about what's going on.”

“My dad’s contentment is all that matters to me. When he’s laughing, I’m laughing. When he’s happy, I’m happy. I would give up my soul for him. To me, nothing else but his happiness matters.”