“Ask a soldier what he believes in. He'll tell you God. Country. The patient hands of death-- the ones he's wearing.”

“...and he's wearing some exotic cologne that makes me want to eat him.”

“Face red, but brave in spite of it, Ethan offered an even smaller box. My hands shook as i opened it.Set in a gold promise ring, three small diamonds glittered. One for you, one for me, one for us, he said sweetly. I love you.”

“Girls get screwed.Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they're always on the short end of things.The way things work, how guys feel great, but make girls feelcheap for doingexactly what they beg for.The way they get to play you, all the while claiming they love you and making you believe it's true.The way it's okay to gift their heart one day, a backhand the next, to move on to the apricotwhen the peach blushes and bruises.These things make me believe God's a man after all.”

“Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things?”

“I told her about the man, not my daddy, she said, He was only making you into a real girl. I didn’t understand. But I made myself believe her. I was a real girl now. But what was I before?”

“I don't believe in God, don't believe in the devil. Unless you want to count my mother. She might be Satan's sister, I suppose.”