“Sammantha: Tucker?Tucker: Does some other man call at this hour just to hear your voice? If so, give me his name, and I'll kill him.”

“Dude. I'm just so out of it today. I just read and read and sulked and sulked all day. And then it was all fan girl of tucker and then, fuck u tucker”

“Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."Clara: "What?"Tucker: "You.”

“Your hair smells like wind, did you know that?" Yep, me and Tucker, smelling each other.”

“The man is definitely Tucker, I'd recognise that butt anywhere.”

“) “Do you hear his voice as you hear me? Is it a voice outside your head?”“It’s difficult to explain. It isn’t a voice like anything I’ve ever heard before. It isn’t a man or a woman, it’s God.”“How do you know?”“Because the voice says so. And I believe it.”“Does it talk to you or does it talk about you or others?”“It talks to me.”“Does it call your name?”“Yes…It says something like: “Cain, listen. There’s something I want you to tell the others. Tell them they must love themselves. Tell them they are beautiful.””“Who are the others?”“Black people.”“You mean God is talking to the black people through you.”“I mean God is black.”