“...tell me the word that will win you, and I will speak it. I will speak the stars of heaven into a crown for your head; I will speak the flowers of the field into a cloak; I will speak the racing stream into a melody for your ears and the voices of a thousand larks to sing it; I will speak the softness of night for your bed and the warmth of summer for your coverlet; I will speak the brightness of flame to light your way and the luster of gold to shine in your smile; I will speak until the hardness in you melts away and your heart is free...”
“Take care what words you speak that follow “I am.” In so speaking you create your life.”
“Speak to me, wood pigeon. I need your voice.”
“You speak without regard to your debt.""You speak with jealousy," Lorelei said. "I recommend you stop speaking at all now.”
“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.”
“I see no priestly garments on you. There is no ephod on your belt. You presume to speak for Yahweh? You speak his name aloud so lightly?”