“Did you eat a lot of paint chips as a child?”

“When I was a kid I loved wall paper it added a lot of fiber to my paint chips.”

“Thank you,” Simon said. “It’s a joke, Isabelle. He’s the Count. He likes counting. You know. ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .’”There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. “It’s not realistic.”“What would you prefer? ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .”

“I'm gonna take a patato chip! AND eat it!”

“Want to learn to eat a lot? Here it is: Eat a little. That way, you will be around long enough to eat a lot.”

“Reading one book is like eating one potato chip.”