“I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.”

“He'd take his time. All good things came to those who danced when others least expected to find anything on the head of a pin.”

“He doesn't even like me.I let the thought roll around in my head. Anything I feel during that time gets shoved into the vault with the ten-foot-think door slamming as soon as it goes in, just in case something in there has any intention of crawling out.”

“Just stand next to the white people. They'll get off by Hundred and Tenth Street." Justin broke down his strategy for securing a seat as we shoved ourselves onto the crowded Number 2 train heading uptown.”

“...I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....”

“Suppose I lay down on the pavement and you run over me a few times with my own car...just for old times.”