“I hereby certify that the bearer of this note, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the night in question at Satan's ball, having been lured there in a transportational capacity... Hella, put in parentheses! And write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.”

“- Habitualmente não passamos certificados - afirmou o gato, carrancudo. - Mas para si, abrimos uma excepção.E antes que Nikolai Ivanovitch tivesse tempo de se recompor, Hella, ainda nua, já estava sentada à máquina de escrever e o gato ditava-lhe:- Pelo presente certifico que o seu portador, Nikolai Ivanovitch, passou a noite indicada num baile em casa de Satã, tendo sido recrutado como meio de transporte... Hella, abre parênteses! Entre parênteses escreve: «porco». Assinado, Behemot.”

“I, _______________________, certify that by signing below I agree to abide by the rules outlined in the REACH Handbook. I understand the rules, which have been properly explained to me by a REACH staff member. I further acknowledge that if I disregard the rules for any reason I will be subject to disciplinary action which may include in-house detention, additional counseling, and/or expulsion from the REACH program.What it really means: I, __________________, sign my freedom over to REACH staff. By signing this piece of paper, I certify that my life will be dictated by other people and I'll live a miserable existence while I'm in Colorado.”

“Suicide. It's something I've been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.” That's the note. Word for word. And I know it's word for word because I wrote it dozens of times before delivering it. I'd write it, throw it away, write it, crumple it up, throw it away.But why was I writing it to begin with? I asked myself that question every time I printed the words onto a new sheet of paper. Why was I writing this note? It was a lie. I hadn't been thinking about it. Not really. Not in detail. The thought would come into my head and I'd push it away.But I pushed it away a lot.”

“the stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many.i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.”

“NASA spent millions of dollars inventing the ball-point pen so they could write in space. The Russians took a pencil.”