“Aren't we all monsters inside?”

“The people we care for aren't always the one we should”

“I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.”

“That's how we women deal with stuff. We spit it all out, kind of like a hairball, and then we clean up the mess and move on.”

“What is the point of labeling each individual piece of fruit? Buy the fruit, EAT the ad! We've carved a chunk out of the ozone, burned up all the rainforests, soon we won't be able to BREATHE, and all because we had to label each individual piece of fruit.”

“You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.”

“Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me … with eyes like two stars. [...] And I had wings fluttering away inside me all right. Big fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.”