“Hesia was right. The real test of person is whether they can see past the names and labels." His gaze was steady."I've seen you. You laugh, you fear, you cry, you love. You're as human as me, Na'Chi”

“As much as I like you in my shirt, I'd rather see it on the floor.”

“Say it again, Na’Chi.”“I love you, Light Blade,”

“Annika had tangled herself in his thoughts, wrapped herself around his soul, and slid right in next to his heart.”

“You want to know a secret?""Always.""My real name is Dave.""I see.""This doesn't seem to amuse you.""I met Jeremy the troll a few nights ago.""Seriously?""Seriously. Also known as the Mighty Raaaarrggh! Although...I can sorta see why you changed the name. 'Dave' isn't knwon for its mysterious, mystic sexiness.”

“I bet when you hold hands with a girl that cool you wonder if it's possible you're going to levitate like that one of them monks I saw on a TV commercial once, which don't you wish that was real?- Mack”

“Oh, I already loved my husband, of course, but this was different. That had been a decision; this was out of my control, an impulse as difficult to resist as gravity. Mad love, crazy love, drop, sink, stumble. The kind of love where every little thing is a sign, a portent: the song on the radio, his Christian name staring up at you from a magazine you’re flicking through, your horoscope in the paper. Normally I don’t even believe in horoscopes, for God’s sake. Love without holes or patches or compromises, soft as an easy chair, a many splendoured thing.”