“I'm in a wild mood tonight. I want to go dance in the foam. I hear the banshees calling.”

“I can't help but think of the dance that I'm not going to.It's not that I want to go to a dance. I'd go milk cows with Jocelyn if I could. Or do whatever kids around here do for fun.”

“I'm just not in a writing mood, but I keep going. What if the garbage man were not in a garbage mood? or the doctor not in a healing mood?”

“I wouldn't say that my emotions are extreme. I'd say they are committed. My moods are the equivalent of Madonna's dancing: inappropriate but all-out. If I'm going to be sad, I might as well be the saddest a girl can get. And if I'm happy, I want to be the happiest. The trouble is, I feel highs so ecstatic that just being normal feels like a thousand-mile drop and being unhappy is excruciating.”

“I missed a fight tonight,” he said. “Adam called. I didn’t go. ”“Why?” I said, turning to face him.“I wanted to make sure you got home.”

“When I die I'm going to dance first in all the galaxies...I'm gonna play and dance and sing.”