“I often pray, though I’m not really sure Anyone’s listening; and I phrase it carefully, just in case He’s literary.”

“When you pray is there anyone there listening?”

“She prays to God most every night
And though she swears he doesn't listen there's a little hope in her he might.”

“The little pig began to pray
But Wolfie blew his house away.
He shouted, "Bacon, Pork, and Ham!
Oh what a lucky wolf I am!"
And though he ate the pig quite fast,
He carefully kept the tail till last.”

“I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.”

“So, tomorrow, I’m leaving. And I’m not going to let that happen again with anyone else. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.”

“I can’t listen to you. I can’t listen to your voice. It’s as though I’d drunk a bottle of anise and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along – and I know I’m drowning – but I go on down.”

“Literary people of the opposite sex do not really love each other. All they really desire is to read their manuscript aloud to a receptive listener.”

“When you pray be sure that you listen as well as talk. You have things you want to say to God but He also has things He wants to say to you.”

““I haven’t organized my life as a narrative, you know. I’m not sure you’ll understand.”
“As listeners, we are not required to understand,” said Qiingi. “Only to care.””