Don’t make me Alice-nap you, Alice. Because you know I can carry you.

Be yourself. Unless you can be a unicorn, In that case, you should always be a unicorn.

I slump in my chair, thinking how a narcotic party of one is no party at all.

Aw, you’re nothing but heart, Mako. Nice valentine in your skull, by the way. Is that temporary or did the Tanaka-kai change their daimon to attract the Powerpuff Girls crowd?

If you ever pull a switcheroo like that again, Dee, I’m going to offer your boyfriend ten thousand dollars to make out with Alice for two minutes.

Faye, if you got eaten by another shark, would you please at least have the decency to say so? My time is kind of limited, if you know what I’m sayin’.

Turns out making a dramatic exit is a lot harder when you have to stand there and wait another twenty minutes for a boat to dock.

Enjoy your little run because there’s no way you get off this boat without her trying to slice your Achilles in half.

The words ‘drink me’ come to mind. Anyone besides me up for some heavy alcohol consumption?

Oh, Alice, you haven’t even had a taste of my romantic streak yet. And when the time’s right I don’t think I’ll have to ‘try’ to have my way with you. I just WILL.

Have you thrown ‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’ at her yet?

Once you stop being locked into viewing reality from just one perspective, you will start to be free from habitual reactivity.

You aren't ugly, my dear. Do not listen to anyone who would say so, even yourself.

Create your own path.

Winter is where hope lies happy.

Maybe people don't think moms are cool. I don't know what to say about it. I don't know. Romantic comedies aren't for everybody, so maybe mom movies aren't for everybody.

The UK is a very international country.

Dude, the place is filling up," I say. "It feels like we're living in the bottom half of an hourglass." Like somehow we're running out of time.

If you don't tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth about your own life, someone may claim the right to tell it for you.

Those griefs burn most which gall in secret.

Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?