“You don't believe in miracles.""Sure I do. I just haven't seen any lately.”

“Too late, but I understand. That we don't perish of understanding everything too late, that is a miracle. But we do perish of that -- of just that.”

“You don't believe in God, Rachel. You don't believe in goodness or loveor mercy, do you?""I haven't seen enough to form an opinion.""But you believe in the devil?""When I'm sitting in a car with him, yes," she said.”

“If you're new, then perhaps you've seen it. Have you seen it, by chance?”I frowned. “It?”“Yes. It.”“It...what?” I asked cautiously, facing the old faery again. “What are you looking for?”“I don't know.” She sighed heavily, seeming to shrink in on herself. “I don't remember. I just know I lost it. You haven't seen it, have you?”“No,” I told her firmly. “I haven't seen it.”“Oh.” The old creature sighed again, shrinking down a little more. “Are you sure? I thought you might have seen it.”“So, anyway,” Puck broke in, before the conversation could go in another circle.”

“Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen. ”

“I haven't had any action since the late seventies, so don't make me jealous. I don't think my heart can handle an erection.”