“When she talks to Tripp, something nice happens inside of her: a vibration, a thrum. It's as if a tiny wind chime is suspended inside her soul, she thinks, and his words are the wind that makes it ring.”

“Maybe it explains the reason why one person likes another. It's because their souls both thrum at the same frequency.”

“Her checkbook catches his eye. He takes it and hides it in the back of the freezer, underneath a bag of frozen lima beans. If she can freeze his account, he can freeze hers.”

“Words are so wonderful to read, so nourishing to the mind. But really! It's just a fantasy. One doesn't eat words! one reads them”

“You do realize that you are a termite. You are eating through my soul.”

“Their voices fit together so perfectly, it makes him, for the first time, actually like the concept of perfection.”

“hi my name is luke, it rhymes with puke!”