“Where's your dad?""Gone. Where does he go, anyway?""He probably has work to do.""Yeah, gotta go burn a bush for Moses.”

“One of them is probably Michael, I think. All I have to do to find my dad is go to church.”

“This is isn't going to become one of those creepy situations where you show up at all hours of the night to watch me sleep, is it?" he asks playfully.”

“My heart knows right where to go”

“What? I demand to know. "What is it now?""You're not going to go." he says."Watch me.""I've been having a vision of this place, too." This stops me from my wild, cowardly (how can he think I'm brave?) retreat back to the road ..."You're having a new vision, too?" I ask. "It's right here." He walks toward me, his strides long and purposeful across the grass. "Right now. I've been seeing it for weeks, and it's happening right now."He stops in front of me. "This is the part where I kiss you," he says.”

“I know the path by heart, by heart- a funny expression, so true. My heart knows right where to go.”

“She watched you wrestle Toby Jameson, who probably weighs two hundred pounds, without even working up a sweat. And she said to herself, wow, that's a good wrestler, he must be an angel.”