“I see you're a man with ideals. I better be going before you've still got them.”

“You have, to dream things out. It keeps a kind of an ideal before you. You see it first in your mind and then you set about to try and make it like the ideal. If you want a garden,—why, I guess you've got to dream a garden.”

“I know,' says Greasy Sae. 'But you've got to go through it to get to the end of it. Better not be late.”

“You know, you're hot and you've got that badass manly man thing going and I'm crazily attracted to you, but honestly, I suspect you're going to be a little too bossy for my tastes. Thanks for the offer on the whole love-me-die-for-me thing, but I'll pass.”

“Look, I really don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive, you've got to flap your arms and legs, you got to jump around a lot, you got to make a lot of noise, because life is the very opposite of death. And therefore, as I see it, if you're quiet, you're not living. You've got to be noisy, or at least your thoughts should be noisy, colorful and lively.”

“This chapter is about the dieter's philosophy of food, and it will repeat a lot of things you've heard before. However, you've heard them before because they make sense, and you're still fat because you ignored them. Now is the time to change that.”