“Not to worry, Phillip,” Father O’Toole said. “I was just inquiring as to what authority they—” He stopped abruptly, jumping forward as the wall phone came unhinged behind him, dangling by a corner screw.“Huh,” Gil pondered. “Look at that.”“What happened?” Father O’Toole asked.“The phone fell,” Gil answered.“Well, naturally! I’m not blind, young man. I’m asking how the phone fell!”“I blame gravity,” Gil offered. (Excerpt from Whisper of Light)”

“Well, there are also prescribed methods for entering a room. Must you always be stealthy like the ninja?'Like the ninja,' he repeated, smirking. “I’m that good, huh?’Come to think of it, you never announce yourself. Just, poof, and "Oh, look, William’s here."'- Lily and William, Seers of Light”

“Listen, Nicole, I’ve had all I can take of you telling me what I need. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re exactly what I need? That maybe, in the middle of all this miserable neck-snapping and repelling and crossing the bloody hell over, all I really want is someone…someone good who will let me be a fucking man? Just a fucking human being with flaws and unenlightened days? Is that too much to ask? That you let me fucking love you, Nicole? Because that’s what I need! That’s all I’d ever need from you. Just to love you. Can you deny me that? - Christian Wright (Whisper of Light)”

“I think I’d want to be a tree,” I told him, finally.“A tree? Why’s that?”“Because. Everyone loves a tree.”“Ah.” He nodded. “I see.”“So, what about you? What would you want to be?”“Well, considering your answer, I suppose I’d want to be a boy, sitting on park bench somewhere beside a tree named Nicole.”

“You have to know by now,' I whispered. 'I trust you more than anyone.' - Lily, Seers of Light”

“I don't care what it seems like," he said. "The only place I'll ever be is here with you.”

“The edge of something mostly buried in the sand caught the sun, and I bent to pick up a pearl nautilus. Simple and uncomplicatedly lovely, a pearl nautilus whispered its beauty. It wasn’t showy like a cameo or frog shell, with their twists and nubs and variations. It never competed for attention, but it held and reflected a prism of light that perfectly complimented its surroundings. Someone else may have overlooked a pearl nautilus, but I preferred it. - Nicole Abbot (Whisper of Light)”