“So yeah, Jesus does pretty good over here. But I met a guy who said he saw him hitchhiking by the side of the road in Afghanistan and nobody was stopping to give him a ride. You know? It all depends on where you are.”

“Alright...here's the deal. What's happening in this piece is very simple, over here on this side...you see that there is a very scared little kinda guy over there...wanna know why he's scared? Because this guy over here is trying to eat him.”

“Who did you pass on the road?" the King went on, holding out his hand to the Messenger for some more hay."Nobody," said the Messenger."Quite right," said the King; "this young lady saw him too. So of course Nobody walks slower than you.""I do my best," the Messenger said in a sullen tone. "I'm sure nobody walks much faster than I do!""He can't do that," said the King, "or else he'd have been here first.”

“-Some guy stopped by to see you.-Who was it?-I don't know.-You don't know? Was he cute? Did you fall in love with him?”

“I look over to the other side of the road and watch Griggs as he walks. It’s a lazy walk but so full of confidence that you want to be standing behind him all the way.”

“Why don’t I know You?”“Does anyone ever really know someone else?”“You think your cute,” she told him.“You think your gorgeous. But I’m the one guy here who knows better.”“So I’m not gorgeous?” Macey challenged.“Of course you are,” He started away, turned back at the last minute. “But I’m the guy who figured out that’s not all you are.”