“I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.”

“All genders?' whispered Nudge. 'Aren't there just the two'
I shrugged. 'No idea. Maybe they've created others.”

“You think this is going to work? This peaceful summit thing?”
“Sure,” I said. After a second, I added, “Probably.”
“Probably?”
“Maybe,” I said.
“We’re down to maybe now?”
I shrugged. “We’ll see.”

“There is nothing like love. You should try it.”

Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.”

“If there's any answer, maybe love can end the madness
Maybe not, oh, but we can only try.”

“I want to be clear about this. If you wrote from experience, you'd get maybe one book, maybe three poems. Writers write from empathy.”

“I strangely feel better before I go through hair and makeup. Maybe that's just because I feel like me.”

“I want to be first. I know that’s selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that’s wrong of me, so be it. I’ll be wrong. But that’s the way I feel.” (Sookie Stackhouse)”

“Now that Scotty has entered the realm of myth, everyone wants to own him. And maybe they should. Doesn't a myth belong to everyone?”

“The world is so strange that maybe it’s perfectly logical.”