“Waffles. Im craving waffles."
Bex rolled onto her side. "Tell your waffles hi for me.”

“Why can't I just eat my waffle?”

“That's usually how they start, the young ones. Meaningless waffle.”

“You really should be able to feel the higher power of music and be moved by it, rather than listening to me waffle on and having to explain it.”

“Now, see," Wes said, nodding at my plate, "this is going to blow your mind."
I looked at him. "It's a waffle, not the second coming.”

“I do soundbites. Remember, I'm the druid that kicks arse — I'm not the druid that gets up there and waffles for 3 hours.”

“Some days I feel like playing it smooth. Some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.”

“Environmentalists are a self-centered bunch of waffle-stomping, Harvard-graduating, intellectual idiots who are not Americans, never have been Americans, never will be Americans.”

“Jace hadn't seemed perturbed, but knowing him, Simon had no doubt he could kill several people in a single morning and go out for waffles afterward.”

“[My mom's] funny that way, celebrating special occasions with blue food. I think it's her way of saying anything is possible. Percy can pass seventh grade. Waffles can be blue. Little miracles like that.”