“I'm the bloodstain
On your shirt sleeve
Coming down and more are coming to believe
Now we know it all for sure.”

“Now they show you how detergents take out bloodstains, a pretty violent image there. I think if you've got a T-shirt with a bloodstain all over it, maybe laundry isn't your biggest problem. Maybe you should get rid of the body before you do the wash.”

“Smooth as the hickory wind that blows from Memphis down to Apalachicola.
It's "Hi, y'all, did you eat well? Come on in, I'm sure glad to know ya."
Don't let this old gold cross and this Allman Brothers t-shirt throw ya.
It's cicadas making noise with the Southern voice.”

“I swear on the Angel.” He ducked his head down, kissed her cheek. “The hell with that.
I swear on us.”
Clary wound her fingers into the sleeve of his T-shirt. “Why us?”
“Because there isn’t anything I believe in more.”

“Mediocrity is like a spot on your shirt, it never comes off.”

“Remember me? I'm the one who burned your house down
…But I'm out now
And this time I'm coming back to blow your house up
And I ain't gonna leave you with a window to jump out of!”

“It's strange, but when it comes right down to it I never do fall apart--even when I'm sure I will.”

“Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.”

“I've got two shirts still missing from the Bahamas. I'm sure they are part of a youth camping programme somewhere in Tanzania by now.”

“It all comes down to who's by your side.”