My favorite book of all time is Cold Comfort Farm, by Stella Gibbons.

I wonder what it's like to live in Tinaville. I get the feeling it's very shiny there.

I don't give books as gifts. Books are extremely personal, and I would hate to give someone a book that they don't like or want, because it would break my heart if they didn't read it.

You'll blow up a helicopter, but you won't go out with me? What is wrong with you?

I don't seem to fit to associate with humans.

Every moment away from you feels like time spent in a sort of cell. I can think of nothing, dream of nothing, but you. Unfortunately, I will have to remain in my self-inflicted prison a bit longer, since work will keep me from meeting you tonight. I can't seem to find a way to avoid this... however, I hope this gift will make up for my unforgivable behavior. I saw this and though of you, and St. George. You have slain the dragon. Until we meet again, I am your Lucien.

But. . . you said we were going to play Parcheezi. . .