“Glory?....Glory belongs to God alone.”

“Glory? The Angel sounded faintly curious, as if the word were strange to him. Glory belongs to God alone.”

“...the kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory...”

“You love each other – anyone can see that, looking at you – that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.”

“There walked warlocks in all their bat-winged, cat-eyed glory, and here, as they swung out over the river, she saw the darting flash of multicolored tails under the silvery skin of the water, the shimmer of long, pearl-strewn hair, and heard the high, rippling laughter of the mermaids.”

“You asked me who I belong to. I belong to you.”

“She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it.”