“Well," I said. "If you need me, I'll be outside, playing with sharp objects.”

“Ask me to play. I'll play. Ask me to shoot. I'll shoot. Ask me to pass. I'll pass. Ask me to steal, block out, sacrifice, lead, dominate. Anything. But it's not what you ask of me. It's what I ask of myself.”

“Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.”

“If you hand me a guitar, I'll play the blues. That's the place I automatically go.”

“I'll play you for it," Alice suggested. "Rock, paper, scissors." […]
"Why don't you just tell me who wins?" Edward said wryly.
Alice beamed. "I do. Excellent.”

“Well, now that we have seen each other," said the unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.”

“It is one of those lessons that every child should learn: Don't play with fire, sharp objects, or ancient artifacts.”

“I'll tell you a little secret about the Blues: it's not enough to know which notes to play, you have to know why they need to be played.”

“I'll teach you to kick me…'
You don't need to teach me--I already know how!”

“Tavi grinned. "Are you with me?"
"The plan is insane," Ehren said. "YOU are insane." He looked around the inside of the tent. "I'll need some pants.”