“She squinted up at him. "But I haven't always made good decisions."

Pastor Harris smiled. "All that shows is that you're human.”

“Tonight's show is about doubt. Or maybe it isn't - haven't made my mind up yet.”

“You're never rude,' she said, smiling, 'and I think it's good to be touchy sometimes. It means you care.”

“The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile.”

“The problems we face, did not come down from the heavens. They are made, they are made by bad human decisions, and good human decisions can change them.”

“She glared at him. "You're doing it again."
"What?"
"That thing that irritates me."
"Smiling?"
"Yes. That.”

“So," I said. "Seems you're going to be stuck with me for a while."
He smiled. A real smile that lit up his whole face.
"Good”

“She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.”

“She had not made a decision to give up sex, only the clamor of romance, because it was exhausting her, doing her no good and too much harm…”

“I haven't decided if he deserved to eat bread made out of sticks or live in a rancid puddle, probably because I haven't made up my mind whether anyone deserves such treatment, though I suspect that the day a person gives up on the Geneva Conventions is the day a person gives up on the human race.”