“Where have you come from boy?'He looked at her again.'From hell, to take you away in the night and eat you.”

“He reached out and grasped her arm. "Please don't walk away from me again. I know I hurt you the night you told me you loved me and I walked away, but Gabrielle, you've walked away from me twice now.”

“Don't make me have to chase after you again, because there's no way in hell you can get away from me, lady.”

“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it”

“You don't have to go looking for love when it's where you come from.”

“What shop did this book come from? she asked. Her father was looking worried at the cooker. He always got rice wrong. I don't know, Brooksie, he said, I don't remember. That was unimaginable, not remembering where a book has come from! and where it was bought from! That was part of the whole history, the whole point, of any book that you owned! And when you picked it up later in the house at home, you knew, you just knew by looking and having it in your hand, where it came from and where you got it and when and why you'd decided to buy it.”