“Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.”

“Earth is the holiest place in the Universe, loving the earth, and loving life is the way to generate positive vibrations.”

“the holiest place on earth is where an ancient hatred has become apresent love.”

“The holiest of all the spots on earth is where an ancient hatred has become a present love”

“Come on, asshole,” Paul said as he stepped onto the porch. “Come make me cry— I dare ya.”

“Up here, far away from everybody, the night is peaceful: there's no sound except the hum of the Earth. At school, when I sang the note to Mr Hughes Music he said it was B flat but he laughed when I said it was the note the Earth hummed. He said: You'll be hearing the music of the spheres next, Gwenni. But he doesn't know how the Earth's deep, never-ending note clothes me in rainbow colors, fills my head with all the books ever written, and feeds me with the smell of Mrs. Sergeant Jones's famous vanilla biscuits and the strawberry taste of Instant Whip and the cool slipperiness of glowing red jelly. I could stay up here for ever without the need for anything else in the whole world.”