Little girl in stroller to mother: Who made my heart, who made it, huh?
Mom: I made your heart, and God did.
Little girl: Can I eat it ?
Mom: No.
Little girl: Why not?
Mom: It doesn't taste good.
Little girl: Yes it does! It tastes like cake.

* courtesy of overheardinnewyork

Still, my fave :

Death: Del? That's not for eating. I think it's a table decoration.
Delirium: It's nice. It tastes a bit like forever... I like the way colors taste. Except I don't like crimsons... or turquoises... especially when they put their heads in their shells and won't play, and when you break their shells to let them out, they DIE...
Despair: That's turtles, dear. Or tortoises.
Delirium: I think it's Turquoises

Like Al Pacino with a pumpkin head..

Ah,Delirium... Once was Delight!

" Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth
'you owe me'

Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky"

Did I disappoint you? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love and you want me to go without. Well, it's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light. We're one, but we're not the same, we get to carry each other.

Did I ask too much? More than a lot? You gave me nothing, now it's all I got. We're one but we're not the same. Well, we hurt each other then we do it again. You say love is a temple, love is a higher law. You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl and I can't be holding on to what you got when all you got is hurt.