“Don't you *ever* let go?""I haven't yet.""Why?""I suppose... because in this world, after everyone panics, there's always got to be someone to tip the wee out of the shoe.”

“Why don't you ever whip me?" she pouted one night."Because I haven't the time," he snapped at her impatiently. "I haven't the time. Don't you know there's a parade going on?”

“There's always someone who cares. Someone whose life would simply stop. You just don't know it yet, or you haven't found them yet.”

“I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!”

“Even if you haven't had the exclusivity conversation, they're still going to be mad if they find out you're dating someone they know and you haven't mentioned it. It's a dating rule." "Well, how am I supposed to know that rule?" "Everyone knows that rule." "I thought you were supposed to be on my side." "I am on your side!”

“Because everyone is guilty for everyone else. For all the 'wee ones,' because there are little children and big children. All people are 'wee ones.' And I'll go for all of them, because there must be someone who will go for all of them.”