“Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!”

“THE SPECIALISTS MODEL SPY:"Sorry," David mumbles right before crushing his mouth to mine. Oh my God, I'm sixteen, and I've never been kissed. Please let me be doing this right. Except . . . this is it? This is about as exciting as kissing my laptop.”

“God who protects my people I call upon you to send away the murahaleen. Protect me God protect my family as they run. Oh God of the sky, keep me safe tonight. Keep me hidden, keep me quiet. Oh God of rain, let me find water. Let me not die of thirst. Oh God of the soul, why are you doing this? I have done nothing to ask for this. I'm a boy. I'm a boy. Would you send this to a lamb? You have no right.”

“Oh God, let me not be cured of love, but let my passion grow! Let me love for love's sake!”

“I'm sorry, but are you pissed at me? Me? I'm the one who had your knee practically crushing my spine, buddy, so let's check the attitude.”

“Oh no, honey, I'm an angel, I swear. The horns are only there to hold up the halo.”