“It's not about the young or the old; it's about anyone who takes something from his or her imagination and makes it real. --Thom Beers, Executive Producer”

“She wished he could make her somehow indelibly his; that they were still children so they could cut their fingers and mingle their blood and know this meant something. She longed for some transformation more lasting than that wrought by the law and his name, some visceral change he might effect in her so that anyone on the street with one glance would know she was his.”

“Excuse me?" he said. "It's wrong to have something to say? I guess we could do the paper on Gandhi's feelings about make-up and fashion, but other than that Vogue cover in that really cute loincloth after he'd had all the diet success, we don't have a lot of material.”

“You are...beyond my imagination. It's a wonder you can be touched at all.”

“Cogito Ergo Lego”

“Right words are born in courage, which results from our struggle to make sense of our various predicaments. Cheer is what words are "trying to tell us/... It's native to the words/and what they want us always to know/even when it seems quite impossible to do.”

“Eve returned to her lip-gloss application. "Biology. Ms Whittier," she said, not bothering to look at Luke."Cool. Me too. Can I borrow that?" He reached around her and plucked her lip glaze out of her fingers. She still held the wand.He held out his hand for it."What? No," Eve said."Come on, it's my first day. I want to make a good impression. And clearly biology can't be understood without lipstick," Luke joked."Funny." Eve grabbed the lip glaze back. "This stuff is really good for you."Luke raised his eyebrows. They disappeared into his floppy blond hair. He didn't have expressive dark brows like Mal."It has green tea antioxidants," Eve continued. "And macadamia extract and aloe vera for healing.""Oh. That's different then," Luke said. "Carry on.”