“The truth came to me-a great revelation, showing me that I have a child to the Jones whole and perfect mind, created to express the health that God with.”

“Not all of us have to possess earth-shaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.”

“The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living? Who among us has not come home, singing, when the streets were almost impassable with snow, or met a friend with a happy, smiling face, in the midst of a pouring rain?”

“The river itself portrays humanity precisely, with its tortuous windings, its accumulation of driftwood, its unsuspected depths, and its crystalline shallows, singing in the Summer sun. Barriers may be built across its path, but they bring only power, as the conquering of an obstacle is always sure to do. Sometimes when the rocks and stone-clad hills loom large ahead, and eternity itself would be needed to carve a passage, there is an easy way around. The discovery of it makes the river sing with gladness and turns the murmurous deeps to living water, bright with ripples and foam.”

“I am the flail of god. Had you not created great sins, god would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.”

“‎The child whispered, “God, speak to me” And a meadow lark sang. The child did not hear. So the child yelled, “God, speak to me!” And the thunder rolled across the sky But the child did not listen. The child looked around and said, “God, let me see you” and a star shone brightly But the child did not notice. And the child shouted, “God show me a miracle!” And a life was born but the child did not know. So the child cried out in despair, “Touch me God, and let me know you are here!” Whereupon God reached down And touched the child. But the child brushed the butterfly away And walked away unknowingly.”

“She came to find me. She came to find me,” Blake said. His voice was a mixture of revelation and revulsion. “Do you think, Cole, that I could love her? Could I have a life with her?”