“You really are like him, your father.""I can't tell whether you think that's good or bad.""What does it matter? It's simply true.”

“Cole steps forward, his fingers reaching around my shoulders, and kisses me. It is sudden and smooth and soft as air against my lips. The wind whips around us, tugging at the fabric of our clothes,...”

“Magda looks at me as if I've gone mad. Or I've grown up. It's kind of the same thing.”

“Well," I ask, leaning over him, "do you wish to stay?""I do.""And why is that, Cole?" I say, tipping toward him so that our noses nearly brush."Well," he says with a smile, "the weather's quite nice.”

“The love for God is the love to protect the environment.”

“When we reconnect with nature, we will be restore ourselves.”

“The love for nature is the well-spring of life.”

“And oh, how she pitched herself into things. She would draw pictures all day long for weeks on end, then throw out the pencils and never draw another thing. Then it was embroidery with her, she had...”

“I knew the woodsy fragrance that accompanied Reed was his natural scent. It was one of the many things that made him hard to resist.”

“My whole world started to tilt. I could feel it, sliding ever so slightly off center.”