“The Pudding of Obligation. (Placed upon the Doily of Resentment.)”

“I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding”

“Resentments - a petty one, but most resentments are. And one for its smallness I felt obliged to repress. For that matter, that is the nature of resentment, the objection we cannot repress. It is silence more than the complaint itself that makes the emotion so toxic, like poisons the body wont pee away”

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Eat pudding. Books are good. Eat pudding. If kids read a lot. Eat pudding. They'll get so they can think clearly. Eat pudding. And if enough kids read and think. Eat pudding. We will have world peace. Eat pudding. Thank you very much. Eat pudding.”

“I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.”

“Her apartment seemed fussier than ever, as if the doilies and tassels had taken to breeding in their unguarded moments.”