“Dear God, teach me to be careless.”

“Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.”

“Dear God, Tatiana prayed in bed that night, turning to the wall and pulling the white sheet and the thin brown blanket over herself. If You are there somewhere, please teach me how to hide what I never knew how to show.”

“Dear God, please let him have heard me. Please.
Please.
If you're up there.
Somewhere.”

“Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.”

“Thank you, dear God
For putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged
In debt for my thirst”

“I believe my dear Master has been pleased to try my faith and obedience, by teaching me that I ought no longer to partake of any thing that had life.”

“God bless you, my dear!”

“That was the message. For me, alone among mortals, the gods send their messenger to tell me to stop whining. That’ll teach me to go hide in a temple.”

“Never, dear gods. Never mess with mortals.”