Zee said, grumpily, “Liebling, this is not a good idea.” “Zee,” I told him, “I am completely out of good ideas and am doing my best with the bad ones I have left.

Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.

Tim was dead. And he's always been a loser. I'd be damned if I was going to be the victim of a loser - or anyone else.

Let's save tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.

Zee said, grumpily, “Liebling, this is not a good idea.” “Zee,” I told him, “I am completely out of good ideas and am doing my best with the bad ones I have left.

She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.

Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come. (Moon Called)