“Drinking Shirley Temple with my Mary Janes on, let's say that every possibility waits”

“Cute kid. Dimples, curls, he’s like a male Shirley Temple.”

“Well, possibly," I said, feeling my lips twitch again. "But maybe first you would tell us why you chose to manifest yourself in the form of Shirley Temple as last seen on the 'Good Ship Lollipop'?"The demon twirled around, its big pink sash fluttering as it smoothed down its dress and frilly little petticoat. "My grotesque form isn't making you sick with fright?"We both shook our heads, Noelle with a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "Shirley Temple at her pinnacle was frightening," I finally told it, "but not in the sense I think you mean.”

“Wait for MeWait for me, and I'll returnOnly wait very hardWait when you are filled with sorrow...Wait in the sweltering heatWait when the others have stopped waiting,Forgetting their yesterdays.Wait even when from afar no letters come to youWait even when others are tired of waiting...And when friends sit around the fire,Drinking to my memory,Wait, and do not hurry to drink to my memory too.Wait. For I'll return,defying every death.And let those who do not wait say that I was lucky.They will never understand that in the midst of death,You with you waiting saved me.Only you and I know how I survived.It's because you waited, as no one else did.”

“That's what the movies do. They don't entertain us, they don't send the message: 'We care.' They give us lines to say, they assign us parts: John Wayne, Theda Bara, Shirley Temple, take your pick.”

“Acting is the most minor of gifts and not a very high-class way to earn a living. After all, Shirley Temple could do it at the age of four.”