“She'll take a million cuts yet wipe you from existence with a single blink.”

“Um, she'll take your number if you're single”

“Crazy, batty Maud," Lita teased, wiping her nose across her sleeve and staring at Mally wickedly. "Ooooh, be careful, she might cut off your hair! She'll bargain for your fingernails!”

“May your course not run from one end to the other; for such a course does not exist; but may every step you take mark a redressed projection.With your left foot you shall wipe out the footprint of your right foot.”

“It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.”

“Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?”