“Your profound words are too much for my ears to bear, as I listen to each and every senseous phrase that your lips impart”

“There's magic in that. It's in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.”

“Did that hurt? On your lip?" "Not too much. I said a few choice four-letter words, though.”

“After I speak, my words merge with the wind, and if you’re listening, your ears act like sails and carry the conversation.”

“Then I want you to run all of your words backward in your head and listen to them. Then put on my ears and listen to them again, and then tell me what you hear. -Lydia to Seth”

“God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.”