“His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.”

“I shall have twenty cats and talk to them all," she said, picking up the volume of poetry. "My cats and I shall have fish every day for dinner." Her imagination taking flight, she finished, dropping the book into the box, "And I shall memorize every line in this book and paint it in calligraphy on my living room walls.”

“Evil isn't beautiful on its own. You know?''Well, good people are sometimes ugly-' Blanche said at last.'I don't know about that. Not really,' Bear shook his head. 'If the good's there, and you look for it, you'll see it in some way.''I think Bear is right,' Rose said decidedly. 'Fairy tales teach you that. No one who's really good ever stays ugly. It's always a disguise.”

“There's something strange about you-" she started to say.Oh, well, thanks!" he chuckled, his brown eyes twinkling at her.”

“Because I liked you better than it suits a girl to say,It irked you and I promised to throw the thought awayTo put the world between us, we parted stiff and dry'Goodbye' and you: 'Forget me'.'No fear I will' said I. Now here where clover whitensThe dead man's knoll you passAnd now tall flower to meet youStarts in the trefoiled grassHalt by the headstone naming the heart no longer stirredAnd say the girl that loved youWas one who kept her word.”

“How do you say 'bring me sausage and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?""Look it up in the phrase book.”

“Some of them are okay, but the popular girls like to pick on my sister, and almost all the guys are gross. I don't know why guys are like that. Do you?”