"Mmm... Feathers on the outside and sweet, sweet kiwi and crack on the inside."
'But I don't want to go among mad people,' said Alice. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.'
Meatwad: Shake, where is my popsicle?
Shake: Please, what is it?
Meatwad: I require a popsicle every 15 minutes. You obviously did not read the memo.
Shake: This is your memo? (holds up a crude drawing)I don't even know what this is!
Meatwad: You sicken me with your lies.
Holly Golightly: Thursday! It can't be! It's too gruesome!
Paul Varjak: What's so gruesome about Thursday?
Holly Golightly: Nothing, except I can never remember when it's coming up.
"He smiled understandingly-- much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced-- or seemed to face-- the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistable prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey"
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things, of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax.
Of cabbages, and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot.
And whether pigs have wings."