“I think the canary left some feathers in there after you ate it.”

“I think she ate a salad and some soup.
And loneliness.
She ate that, too.”

“I hate to tell you this,” Jason said, “but I think your leopard just ate a goddess.”

“You ate something yesterday. You sure?"asked Simon
Jace shrugged."Well, I wouldnt swear on a stack of Bibles. I think it was yesterday, though.”

“I look hot and, most of all, skinny. I love the day after throwing up. I felt like a feather.”

“We have some nachos left.” Carlos motioned to a plate on the table. “But I don’t suppose you’re interested.”
“I already ate.” Ian sat at the end of the table.
“Anyone we know?” Carlos’s amber eyes twinkled. “Ouch.” He glared at Toni.”

“religion is the artifice, you know, the building, after God has left it sometimes, like Elvis has left the building. You hold onto religion, you know, rules, regulations, traditions. I think what God is interested in is people's hearts, and that's hard enough.”

“I don't have to tell you it goes without saying there are some things better left unsaid. I think that speaks for itself. The less said about it the better.”

“I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.”

“Even after a tiring day, I still have a lot of work to do. I have to think about my future, there are still many arrangements left to do to make my tomorrow better. Some wishes of my heart are yet to be fulfilled.”