“He planned to stick to her like pasties on a stripper.”

“Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.

But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.”

“The man who sticks to his plan will become what he used to want to be.”

“I have a plan."
He groaned. "I was afraid of that."
"My plans areterrible."
"Isabelle's plans are terrible." He pointed a finger at her. "plans are suicidal. At best.”

“The other package has pieces of dried stag stick. The pups like chewing on those."

"What's a stag stick?" Meg asked, taking the packages.

He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb.

"Oh," Meg said. ".”

“And the final event to himself has been, that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick.”

“She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail”

“The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all.”

“I don’t want a perfectly safe weapon. I want a dangerous weapon that hurts people.”
He took the stick from her, rapped it against her head. She howled and he nodded.
“See? It hurts people.”

“No' is a magical word," he told her. "Here's how it goes. You say, 'Simon, I have an insane, suicidal plan. Would you like to help me carry it out?' And I say, "Why, no.”