“Where's your dad?""Gone. Where does he go, anyway?""He probably has work to do.""Yeah, gotta go burn a bush for Moses.”
“Where do you go with your broken heart in tow? What do you do with the left over you? And how do you know, when to let go? Where does the good go, where does the good go?”
“where ther is drsire there is gonig to be a flame where there is a flame someones bound to burned just because it bruns doesn't mean your going to die you gotta get up and try, try, try”
“Is the groom going to go where no man has gone before?”
“How long till you get her?" "Not long," she says. "Not long at all." He sighs again. "Good." "But dad?" "Yeah?" "Can you remind me where I'm going?”
“When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.”