“Above my cradle loomed the bookcase where/ Latin ashes and the dust of Greece/ mingled with novels, history, and verse/ in one dark Babel. I was folio-high/ when I first heard the voices.”

“If I were dead and buried And I heard your voice, Beneath the sod My heart of dust Would still rejoice.”

“I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.”

“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”

“I had read a Tale of Two Cities and found it up to my standards as a romantic novel. She opened the first page and I heard poetry for the first time in my life… her voice slid in and curved down trough and over the words. She was nearly singing.”

“Joan, you are one irritating Jew-broad! The first time I heard your voice, my foreskin fell off.”

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?”

“I am an author of Christian Fantasy. My first 7 books were Christian Romance, but I came over to the Dark Side when I heard there were cookies.”

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Halleluiah amen, you are dismissed.”

“Mingle my dust with the burning brand,
Scatter it free to the sky
Fling it wide on the ocean’s sand,
From peaks where the vultures fly.”