“Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.”

“So when the moon's only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy?"
"You could say that."
"Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it."
"I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.”

“Hell, when I was in high school, a "drive-by shooting" meant somebody had their rear end hanging out a car window!”

“You're okay now… You're okay because I'll be holding you like this from now on.”

“If you drive a car, I'll tax the street;
if you try to sit, I'll tax your seat; if you get too cold, I'll tax the heat; if you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.”

“I call it God Light, because it reminds me of heaven. Every time the light shines through the window we built or any window at all, you'll know I'm right there with you, okay? That's going to be me. I'll be the light in the window.”

“This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said.”

“I am the planet's most affectionate life-form, something like the cross between a golden retriever and a barnacle.”

“That her relationship with him was like being content in a house but always sitting by the window and looking out”

“Allow me to translate, Twitchtip said, not even bothering to move. "She said if you don't stop your incessant babble, that big rat sitting in the boat next to you will rip your head off.”