“Simon: You always were wise beyond your years. Cassandra: No I wasn't. I used to be consciously naive.”

“You are beautiful, sweetheart. All I did was draw what I saw." "No," Meghann said, awed by the beauty in the painting. "You painted what you made. I was prettybefore you transformed me… nothing like that." She touched the vibrant, glowing face of the portrait. "You were always beautiful," Simon told her. "It wasn't transformation that enhanced your beauty." "It was love," Meghann said softly.”

“Even though I wasn't there, you were always with me. Always.”

“I was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.”

“I didn't know you were bringing the mundane." His blue eyes flicked uneasily over Simon."That's what I like about you people," said Simon. "You always make me feel so welcome.”

“Now would be a good time to tell me you have your sais with you, Kat. (Cassandra)Nada. You got your kamas on you? (Kat)Yeah. I tucked them into my bra before I left home. (Cassandra)”