“Is something wrong? (Callie)How could anything be wrong while I have you in my arms? (Sin)”

“And why are you sitting there? (Callie)Because it’s rather difficult to stand while sleeping. (Sin)You are sleeping outside my door? Why? (Callie)Because if I slept outside of Simon’s door, the innkeeper might think I’m strange. (Sin)”

“I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.”

“And she didn't once say anything about this being a sin. It used to be I got the word sin slapped in my face every time I did something wrong, but come on, when you live in a sin-free family with sin-free parents and a sin-free sister, well, you can't help but sin a little extra on their behalf.”

“If you don’t have a dog--at least one--there is not necessarily anything wrong with you, but there may be something wrong with your life.”

“Don’t you dare. (Callie)Dare what? (Sin)Turn those serious eyes on me, Sin…or else I’ll bash you with my pillow again. (Callie)”