“She's alright,for a thirteen-year-old, he thought, Shame she won't be around for much longer.”

“I think LOVE. Love is what brings families together, and love is often what drives them apart. Love can act as both a fuel and an exterminator for fire, a cause of war, but also of peace. Love brings new souls to the family and removes old ones. Love is a chain of memories, like an old photo album of life- you never really can throw it away.”

“If there’s any girl in the world more determined than you, I’ve yet to meet her.”

“As long as we have pizza, It’ll always end happily ever after”

“The gospel brings tidings, glad tidings indeed,To mourners in Zion, who want to be freed,From sin and Satan, and Mount Sinai’s flame,Good news of salvation, through Jesus the Lamb.What sweet invitations, the gospel contains,To men heavy laden, with bondage and chains;It welcomes the weary, to come and be blessed,With ease from their burdens, in Jesus to rest.For every poor mourner, who thirsts for the Lord,A fountain is opened, in Jesus the Word;Their poor parched conscience, to cool and to wash,From guilt and pollution, from dead works and dross.A robe is provided, their shame now to hide,In which none are clothed, but Jesus' bride;Though it be costly, yet is the robe free,And all Zion’s mourners, shall decked with it be.”

“He's twenty-nine. And what did you think he was going to look like?"She shrugged."You know-old. Grizzled. Long white beard. Scruffy robes. Loveable, smart, a little absent minded." I bit back a grin. " I said 'sorcerer,' not 'Dumbledore.' So he's hot. It could be worse.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you," Cookie said. "Amber wants your dad to get a teriyaki machine so she can sing for all the lonely barflies." "I'm a good singer, mom." Only a twelve-year-old could make the word mom sound blasphemous. I leaned into Cookie, "Does she know its not called--?" "No," she whispered. "Are you gonna tell her?" "No. It's much funnier this way.”