“I don't think I have the faith to believe in Elohim.""But He Always believes in you.”

“God uses some of the worst times to do great things.”

“Great characters tell their own stories. The author just writes it down for them.”

“Nick, if I can have you, I don't want or need anything or anybody else in the world. Call it whatever you want. Just say yes.”

“Quincy laughed. "If I were Elizabeth I shouldn't thank either of you for that comforting diagnosis. Would it do any good to open Aunt Sarai's grave and drive a stake through her? If you believe in as much sorcery as that, you must regret the days of witch-burners, Carew."Carew said quietly, "No. Witch-burners were barbarous blunderers. If I wanted to suppress a dangerous letter, could I do it by burning the envelope and leaving the letter loose? The witch would come back unchanged; I should merely have postponed the danger until another time and place. And have further handicapped myself to meet it, by depriving the witch, by violent death, of the years allotted her, or him, for evolution."Joseph said with dry humor, "She might not have used them for that, Carew. At least not for your idea of it."Carew shrugged. "That would be her responsibility, not mine. And, in any case, she would be that many years nearer the time of her inevitable change."This time Joseph did not answer, only smiled.”

“That was the time he tried to tell her that she had to leave the valley and go to college. I believe the edited for TV version of her response was something like "Fudge you, you're not my gosh-darn alpha anymore. You don't tell me to leave the fudging pack. Now, get the fudge away from me before I ripe your--' What? It was funny at the time.”

“If I could, I would summon the sun for you."Her step faltered and she looked slowly over to him with a smile full of unexpected joy. "Thank you, but I don't need the sun today.""And why is that?""You're here," she said simply, as if that were answer enough.”