“Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.”

“Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want to stop, but they would be embarrassed, and neither would know what to say. They would go their separate ways. Who knew? Maybe that happened every day to people who'd once loved each other.”

“We are His children, and if we ever got that through our heads thoroughly, understood that completely, we would never do a small thing, we would never say a cross word, we would not use bad language, we would not criticize anybody, we would love everyone the way the Savior loves us.”

“It would be unthinkably bad luck to be betrayed by a rumbling stomach.”

“Neither would you, had you grown up in a library of melodramatic romance novels.”

“Intentions, good or bad, are not enough. There's luck or fate or something else that takes over...”