Adam and Eve had many advantages but the principal one was that they escaped teething.

— S. L. Clemens

Adam ate the apple and our teeth still ache.

— Hungarian proverb

Adam didn't approve of Walmart.

— Patricia Briggs

Adam is fading out. It is on account of Darwin and that crowd. I can see that he is not going to last much longer. There are a plenty of signs. He is getting belittled to a germ—a little bit of a speck that you can't see without a microscope powerful enough to raise a gnat to the size of a church.('The Refuge of the Derelicts' collected in Mark Twain and John Sutton Turkey, The Devil's Race-Track: Mark Twain's Great Dark Writings (1980), 340-41. - 1980)

— Mark Twain

Adam” Lori called loudly enough for me to hear her but not so loud that her voice would carry up to my mom in the marina office- or to her dad who might be listening from their screened porch facing the water. “I came over to get some tips from the boys about teaching Tammy and Rachel to board. Of course, I did not come over here to see you. How could you think such a thing That would be disobedient.” I held up the wax. “For my own disobedience I have to buff the boat. Then I’m going for a jog.” She tilted her head. Probably her eyes widened, but I couldn’t see them behind her sunglasses. I hated not being able to see her eyes. She asked “In this heat?” I didn’t mind jogging in the heat. The heat was a big friendly animal that liked to wrestle and only occasionally sat on me until I lost my breath. Anyway she was missing the point. I repeated carefully ”I am GOING for a JOG.” “I HEARD you the FIRST time” she said. “It’s late afternoon in the middle of June. It’s ninety-five degrees out here.” “He means he’s GOING for a JOG” Rachel and Tammy said at the same time. “He’s GOING for a JOG.” Lori still didn’t get it. Normally her blondness was one of the things I loved about her. At the moment not so much. Exasperated Cameron told her “Adam wants you to go for a jog too.” She said “Oh” “If you two airheads have to hook up secretly for very long” Sean said “you’re not going to make it.

— Jennifer Echols

Adam's lips are set in a grime line. I can't tell if he's about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his sake, I hope it's the former. For you own, I hope the latter.

— Gayle Forman

Adam thinks that you two are in an argument." My body zinged into alert mode. My mind didn't know what Mrs. Vader meant, but my body already did. Even Sean glanced over at her with a cautious look." He does?" I asked faintly." A bad one," she confirmed." How could we be in a bad argument without me even knowing about it?

— Jennifer Echols

Agatha De do not walk the human realm alone. Actually, they don't walk alone much anywhere. Only the occasional rogue FAE will do so."" Like yourself?"" Yes Most of my kind have no fondness for solitude. Those who walk alone are not to be trusted."" Really," she said dryly. "Except for me," he amended, with a faint, insouciant grin.

— Karen Marie Moning

All the Navel therefore and conjunctive part we can suppose in Adam, was his dependency on his Maker, and the connection he must needs have unto heaven, who was the Sonny of God. For holding no dependence on any preceding efficient but God; in the act of his production there may be conceived some connection, and Adam to have been in a moment all Navel with his Maker. And although from his carnality and corporal existence, the conjunction see meth no nearer than of causality and effect; yet in his immortal and diviner part he seemed to hold a nearer coherence, and an umbilical even with God himself. And so indeed although the propriety of this part be found but in some animals, and many species there are which have no Navel at all; yet is there one link and common connection, one general ligament, and necessary obligation of all whatever unto God. Whereby although they act themselves at distance, and seem to be at loose; yet doe they hold a continuity with their Maker. Which Carnation or conserving union when ever his pleasure shall divide, let GOE, or separate, they shall fall from their existence, essence, and operations; in brief, they must retire unto their primitive nothing, and shrink into that Chaos again.

— Thomas Browne

Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

— Patricia Briggs