“The way to whistle for a horse is to purse your lips together loosely, blow moderately hard and sing "Whee-oo! Whee-oo! Whee-oo!" in a high-pitched voice. Try it. You can do it.”
“Tell me a story,' demanded Fireflyer.'Why? Do you eat them, too, then?''Only the ohs and ayes and ees and oos. The Kays are too spikey and the zeds are too buzzzy and the ones with the dots get stuck in your teeth and the esses sometimes slide down inside your vest and tickle.”
“These two oo in "book" are like the two eyes of a reader who fell in love with a story.”
“Anna prods St. Clair's shoulder. "Come on. Weren't you gonna show me that thing?" "What thing?" She stares at him. He stares back. She cocks her head toward Cricket and me. "Ah, yes." St. Clair stands. "That thing." They rush out. The door shuts, and St. Clair shouts, "Lola, Cricket wants to show you his thing, too-oo!”
“Mä havaitsin kirjastossa, et mä oon yhtä kiinnostunu kaikesta: polttomoottoreista, uskonpuhdistuksesta, petolinnuista... Sama se. Sen takia mä en oo koskaan ottanutkaan selvää mistään. Mä kaipaan joutilasta elämää. Mä haluan olla kuin turisti elämässä. Mä haluan lomailla paikassa, jonka kielestä ja kulttuurista mulla ei oo mitään käsitystä.”