“In the name of God! You, demon, born in the dark! I seal you here! Checkmate!”

“I never thought of it as God. I didn't know what to call it. I don't believe in devils, but demons I do because everyone at one time or another has some kind of a demon, even if you call it by another name, that drives them.”

“Names were important. You carried your name like a brand. You never lied about it, for fear of angering the god under which you were born.”

“It’s ironic however that God would give you such a low threshold for pain when what you do is slay the demonic soldiers of the army of darkness.”

“This is me, God! Elisa. I once saw you in all the world. But the world is dark now, Lord. Full. Full of darkness. Close your eyes for a moment, God, and let me sing to you. Let me remember that you are here. Here in the notes. Smiling down as I play for you. Just this moment, God, let me sing to you. And maybe in the song, I will forget whether I am singing to you, or you are singing to me . . . ”

“In a world that was created by God's words, words are not symbols. They are things. You call a demon, you make a demon. You curse at God and you risk dying.”