“Every second I stand here in your temperature-controlled cell,” Jenna said, “I’m forced to suck down the same recycled air that’s going through your nostrils, and that thought absolutely nauseates me.”

“Oh God,” Jenna said, “will you shut up and kiss me before I change my mind?”

“Do you mind?” she asked.“Mind what?”“While you were looking in the mirror I couldn’t help myself and I began fantasizing about you. And I figured if I was going to continue to fantasize about you, the only polite thing to do was to ask your permission. So now I’m doing the polite thing again and asking, ‘do you mind?’”“No, Nina. I don’t mind at all.”Then she leaned down and kissed him.”

“In all your years as a priest, I’m sure you’ve been asked this many times: ‘Why does he do this if he loves us? Why does he shake down our homes? Destroy our cities? Let our children starve?’ They ask these questions, not because they are confused... but because they suspect the truth. And you share their suspicions.”

“But I want to assure you, if it’s your last day on earth, even after 2,000 years, I strongly suggest you go for the Versace leaf halter dress.”

“Oh, I apologize, Padre. I said ‘you will see.’ I forgot that you can’t, in fact, see. So I apologize, but only for the slip of the tongue. Because you and I both know your infliction is something for which the Landlord alone is responsible.”

“Imagining you are going to die is all part of that third brain… the neo-cortex. That’s where the Landlord really screwed up.”