“It's nine thirty as night, and it's still eighty-seven degrees outside. Besides, this is Southern California. When God makes it snow here, it's not a plan; it's a miracle.”

“Half full, half empty - it doesn't matter. It's the same glass of water.”

“All of us have a story like that one - some of us more than one. It's part of life and learning. Why, if babies stopped trying to walk the first time they fell down, the whole world would be full of people who crawled.”

“Fall, like the season, like right now. Fall is the transition period between summer and winter. Summer is fun and carefree and cheery. Winter is also beautiful, but it's harder, not as carefree. You're no longer a child, and you're not really an adult yet. You're going through a transition, just like the seasons.”

“Grandmother," Ruth admonished. "I would not have a man who could not at least understand me.""And it looks like you might have finally fond one, heaven be praised." Ruth began to grow irritated. "Grandmother, I wish you would have more faith in me.""I do, dear; it's the men I worry about.”

“He was standing in the middle of the room, an arrogant look on his face.“What a night,” Wendy sighed.Without even turning his head to look at her Raphael said, “Sleep.”Wendy fell backward, her head landing on the pillow.“Don’t do that to her!” Susan exclaimed.“You’d prefer to have this conversation with her listening?” Raphael asked, lifting one eyebrow.”

“How does a whale know when to swim to warmer waters for winter? How do the fish know whe a predator is near? How do you know when love is real? You just know.”