“Who was this girl who thumbed her nose at two kingdoms and did as she pleased?”

“There are two kinds of girls in this world. The kind who breaks hearts and the kind who gets her heart broken.”

“Who’s there?”
“The scratcher of your itch,” he said.
She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?”

“I’m just a regular girl who likes to go snowboarding and picks her nose like anybody else. I just like to dive into things and take risks.”

“…her breasts swam towards me like two pink-nosed fish and she let me hold them.”

“And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.”

“And the broad who served the whisky
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.”

“Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.”

“The Goober looked frightened. He was one of those kids who always wanted to please everybody. The guy who never got the girl but worshipped her in secret while the big shot hero rode off in the sunset with her in the end.”

“In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, "Is this all?”