“Don’t even think about it, Fido.”

“Damn, her voice was awfully sexy for being a tree. Coop wasn’t sure he was comfortable with that thought. Probably a good time to head out, before he started trying to hump a knothole or something.”

“Her body was designed for pleasure, not speed, and Coop intended to take his time with it.”

“Don’t you think it’s best that you stay away from mortals? You know they break so easily these days.”

“I had no more value after I became an author than when I was in my home tending to runny noses, little bumps and bruises. . . Our value can't be wrapped inside what others think or we think, because that is too dependent on this ever-shifting world. The value God places on us makes us more than we think we are, even on our hardest days, weeks, or years.”

“Well you should care. About my past, I mean. Because who I am today is based on who I was, and what happened to me. You are in love with who you think I am, not the real me. Not the me who is broken inside.”

“I don't think sleeping with you is going to solve anything," she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door."I don't really care what you think.”