“I think he loved us equally, but differently.”

“Did she ever think of that, that things experienced in ways different from hers were equally valuable? That the way that he chose to love her was, in fact, loving her, that the face of love depended on the person giving it?”

“No, I don't believe it," Joseph said. "From listening to my father and grandfather talk about El Shaddai, I think he's different from the gods of Egypt. I think that none of us could ever be good enough for God. I think of Him as being so good that a human can't even enter His presence. A man would die if he did. I think God's merciful, Rashidi. I think he forgives us because he loves us, just as we forgive our children because we love them. "Rashidi's eyes brightened. "A God that loves people! Now there's a new thought!”

“This is bizarre," I say."I think it's beautiful," he says.I give him a look."What?" He laughs a little. "They each have an equal role in government; they each feel equally responsible. And it makes them care; it makes them kind. I think that's beautiful.”

“I speak to the broken halves of all our selves and tell them to embrace, loving the worst in us equally with the best.”

“Love is wisdom, love is in giving, love is god, and god is love but there is no wise or fools for love. Love is equal for each one of us.”