“I know I'm supposed to be the new Mistress of Revels! But that doesn't mean I have pockets full of muffins!”

“A blind man could see that man would die for you, but that doesn't mean you won't die alongside him.”

“I have flown and fallen, and I have swum deep and drowned, but there should be more to love than "I survived it.”

“The only reason I'm friends with any of you is because I outgrew the von Trapps, one annoying Austrian at a time.”

“Mustardseed grinned at Bertie. "I was never any good at geometry, but you’re stuck in a love triangle, aren’t you?""Shut up," she ordered even as Moth asked, "But what if there were four of them?""That’s a love rectangle, and five people would be a love pentagon.""And what are six people in love?" Cobweb demanded.Mustardseed thought it over a moment. "Manslaughter, I suppose.”

“Crazier than a bag full of crazy?”

“You didn't just write the play, Bertie," Peaseblossom said suddenly. "You ordered the Players about, shouted, and threw an artistic hissy fit. Do you know what that makes you?" "A temperamental fusspot?" Mustardseed guessed. "Crazier than a bag full of crazy?" Moth said. "Close," Peaseblossom said. "It makes her a Director.”