“(Lily and Rule discussing wedding plans...)"You want to get married by Carl?""Your father's cook?""Yes, and I've been wanting to talk about the doves.""Doves." Her eyes widened in horror. "My mother wanted doves.""Perhaps she had a point. Wouldn't it look splendid, releasing a few dozen white doves all at once to carry our message of hope and love up to --""Your are so full of shit." But she started laughing. "Doves, sure. Our guests would love some flying hors d'oeuvres. Maybe we should have some cute little bunnies for them to chase after the ceremony instead of cake, sending our message of fuzzy, yummy love to flesh eaters everywhre.”

“Peace and Love, get high and fly with the dove.”

“I used to call her, in my stupidity — for want of anything better — a dove”

“People want you to be happy.Don't keep serving them your pain!If you could untie your wingsand free your soul of jealousy,you and everyone around youwould fly up like doves.”

“Life with you was lovely—and when I say lovely, I mean doves and lilies, and velvet, and that soft pink ‘v’ in the middle and the way your tongue curved up to the long, lingering ‘l.’ Our life together was alliterative, and when I think of all the little things which will die, now that we cannot share them, I feel as if we were dead too.”

“The new mythology of love was that it bent to the fashion of the day, obligated to take the shape of doves, lilies, jewels. This is a lie. Love is sometimes as passionate as war.”