“Honey, Maggie Jones said. Victoria. Listen to me. You're here now. This is where you are.”

“Now, you listen, Alyssa Victoria Gardner. Normal is subjective. Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not normal. Because you are to me. And my opinion is all that matters. Got it?”

“Chad, honey, are you still here?""I'm waiting with bated breath."She listened for a moment, then smiled and said, "He's as anxious as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.”

“And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where where you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?”

“I'm here," he said into her ear, as the tears came faster. "Emma, I'm here with you now. Listen to me: I will always be here."Always, she thought. He said "always," but he had forgotten to say finally. Finally you are here. Thank God, finally at last.”

“Now you get off that Pegasus and come down here and start acting your age!""Honey, he's four thousand years old," Veronica said.”