“I was a raw, quiet child, and God was already a bore to me.”

“If I have this child? Why wasn’t it obvious to me that I already had a child, who was growing inside of me? Once you are pregnant, there is no if. That child, though tiny and in an early stage of development, already exists!”

“On rainy days or summer evenings or during long programs designed for adults, we were not allowed to say, "This is boring" or "I'm bored." If she even thought she smelled those words coming, she would quietly remind me that my attitude was what I made of it. If I was bored it was because I was boring.”

“I just hope God does not get bored of dreaming me.”

“‎The child whispered, “God, speak to me” And a meadow lark sang. The child did not hear. So the child yelled, “God, speak to me!” And the thunder rolled across the sky But the child did not listen. The child looked around and said, “God, let me see you” and a star shone brightly But the child did not notice. And the child shouted, “God show me a miracle!” And a life was born but the child did not know. So the child cried out in despair, “Touch me God, and let me know you are here!” Whereupon God reached down And touched the child. But the child brushed the butterfly away And walked away unknowingly.”

“Sorry' he said. 'No, I'm sorry.' 'What are you sorry for?' 'Rattling on like a mad old cow. I'm sorry, I'm tired, bad day, and I'm sorry for being so...boring.' 'You're not that boring.' 'I am, Dex. God, I swear I bore myself.' 'Well, you don't bore me.' He took her hand in his. 'You could never bore me. You're one in a million, Em.”