“Escape plan number seventeen," I told her. "Run away and open a juice stand in Fresno."
"Why Fresno?"
"Sounds like the kind of place people drink a lot of juice.”

“Her skin is pale as watermelon sucked free of its juices.”

“When the juices of trees have no means of escape, they clot and rot in them, making the trees hollow and good for nothing.”

“The juice is guilt.”

“People are not finding potable water and you're bringing me juice? No.”

“Will there be poppy juice in it?"
Phresine shook her head.
"Good. My wife and I agreed that only my wine was to be poisoned.”

“Once we have tasted the juice of words, our mind can no longer pass them by. We drink thought from them.”

“I believe Finland's economy is based on Moomin juice.”

“Blood is a juice of rarest quality.”

“"Jorgie juiced one!*" (Jorge Posada)”