“How are you feeling?" Charlie asked, adding a small bottle of V-8 juice to the bedside table."Like I just sat through an entire Justin Bieber concert.""Headache and nausea?"And an overwhelming desire to die.”

“I LOVE Justin Bieber. I'm A belieber!! ~nd~ I have Beiber Fever!!! Love ( <3 ) You Bieber!!”

“I never knew how much I missed pickles and pickle juice. It's like, an overwhelming feeling that I can't even explain.”

“it's biebermania what can i say?(:~Justin Bieber”

“I don’t listen to Justin Bieber or that crazy meat-wearin’ bitch”

“There was some faint coughing, a moan, and then a man spoke. "Are you all right, darling?" he asked. "Yes," a woman said wearily. "Yes, I'm all right, I guess," and then she added with great feeling, "But you know, Charlie, I don't feel like myself anymore. Sometimes there are about fifteen or twenty minutes in the week when I feel like myself. I don't like to go to another doctor, because the doctor's bills are so awful already, but I just don't feel like myself, Charlie. I just never feel like myself.”