“Thank Ra!” She exclaimed.
“Yeah, I’m alive.”
“No, I almost jumped in after you. I hate the water!”

“Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.”

“I hate it when she tabs a line," Ivy whispered to Kisten in the corner. "You ever see anything freakier than that?" "You should see the face she makes when she—"
"Shut up, Kist!" I exclaimed, my eyes flashing open to find him grinning at me.”

“Reporter: Bang, there goes your unbeaten run. Can you take it?
Strachan: No, I’m going to crumble like a wreck. I’ll go home, become an alcoholic and maybe jump off a bridge. Umm, I think I can take it, yeah.”

“Yeah, she was hot, all right, but I think she had the hots for you - kept saying how she saw you over at the Waterhouse last year and you were all, like, wow, amazing. It was like a menage a trois, only you weren't there, thank God.”

“I caught Bast’s arm when she was a few steps from the bank.
“Stay away from the water.”
She frowned. “Carter, I’m a cat. I’m not going for a swim. But if you want to summon a river goddess, you really need to do it at the riverbank.”

“Thank you," she whispered, "for keeping yourself alive, soldier."
"You're welcome," he whispered back.”

“Thank you, dear Sophia. From every cell in my broken body, my radiant body, I thank you. I am alive. I am free… to live… to die.”

“I’m an atheist and I thank God for it.”

“I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me
And I thank god that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be?
It's the little imperfections, it's the sudden change in plans.
When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin' hands.
Yeah I live for little moments like that.”