“Excuse me?" he said. "It's wrong to have something to say? I guess we could do the paper on Gandhi's feelings about make-up and fashion, but other than that Vogue cover in that really cute loincloth after he'd had all the diet success, we don't have a lot of material.”

“Eve returned to her lip-gloss application. "Biology. Ms Whittier," she said, not bothering to look at Luke."Cool. Me too. Can I borrow that?" He reached around her and plucked her lip glaze out of her fingers. She still held the wand.He held out his hand for it."What? No," Eve said."Come on, it's my first day. I want to make a good impression. And clearly biology can't be understood without lipstick," Luke joked."Funny." Eve grabbed the lip glaze back. "This stuff is really good for you."Luke raised his eyebrows. They disappeared into his floppy blond hair. He didn't have expressive dark brows like Mal."It has green tea antioxidants," Eve continued. "And macadamia extract and aloe vera for healing.""Oh. That's different then," Luke said. "Carry on.”

“some girls are more special than others.”

“There's a whole lot more to most people than meets the eye, Wilson. Unfortunately, a lot of times it isn't good stuff. It's scary stuff, painful stuff. By now, you know so much scary, painful stuff about me, it's a wonder you're still around. You had me pegged pretty well right from the start, I'd say. You're wrong about one thing, though. Girls like me notice guys like you. We just don't think we deserve them.”

“Any plan that takes us to Gucci is a good plan to me.”

“It was like that class at school where the teacher talks about Realization, about how you could realize something big in a commonplace thing. The example he gave--and the liar said it really happened--was that once while drinking orange juice, he'd realized he would be dead someday. He wondered if we, his students, had had similar 'realizations.'Is he kidding? I thought.Once I cashed a paycheck and I realized it wasn't enough.Once I had food poisoning, and realized I was trapped inside my body.”

“We profess to be strangers and pilgrims, seeking after a country of our own, yet we settle down in the most un-stranger-like fashion, exactly as if we were quite at home and meant to stay as long as we could. I don't wonder apostolic miracles have died. Apostolic living certainly has.”