“Thank God!" he said, and kissed her.Kissing Mairelon was much nicer than anything she had ever dared to imagine, despite the headache.”

“Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything godlike about God, it is that. He dared to imagine everything”

“She's gone. Been gone for ages. They split up right after you left. That's why the grass out front started growing again.""He's got a new girlfriend?" she said quietly. "Thank god. You must be happy.""Yeah. He does. It's a relief. She's a lot nicer. But then, your average angry snake is nicer than Fiona. I'm sure she's happier wherever she is now, burning orphans or whatever she does with her time.”

“…when we really connect with who God is… we will find He is better than anything we could ever imagine…”

“Cheer up! You're a worse sinner than you ever dared imagine, and you're more loved than you ever dared hope.”

“It made her think that it was curious how much nicer a person looked when he smiled. She had not thought of it before.”