“Float like a butterfly, sting like a unicorn ;)”

“He snorted into his radicchio, which I admired because it was a pretty purple. The radicchio was purple, not his snort. Just in case you got confused there. I don't think it's possible for people to snort colors. We're not unicorns, after all.”

“Sometimes I float along the riverFor its surface I am boundAnd there are times stones done fill my pocketsAnd it's into this river I drown”

“There's nothing like being admonished by a nine-year-old ecoterrorist in training.”

“Wait until you meet the therapist. That bad?Let's just say i can't believe he's a real person.Like Santa Claus?More like if Santa Claus and Ron Jeremy had a child and then that child had a child with Richard Simmons.So, like a leprechaun?Yes, Otter, exactly like a leprechaun.I'm going to tell him I believe in Santa Claus, just to see what happens.I dare you.”

“Wait till it’s my turn to tell the story! They’ll be like ‘Bear who?”

“He said… he said he wants you to know that those we love are never really gone.” Michael closes his eyes. “We may not get to see them like we used to, and we may not even remember what they sound like, but they will always be with us.”