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“Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights”
― Munia Khan

“Listen, Nicole, I’ve had all I can take of you telling me what I need. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re exactly what I need? That maybe, in the middle of all this miserable neck-snapping and repelling and crossing the bloody hell over, all I really want is someone…someone good who will let me be a fucking man? Just a fucking human being with flaws and unenlightened days? Is that too much to ask? That you let me fucking love you, Nicole? Because that’s what I need! That’s all I’d ever need from you. Just to love you. Can you deny me that? - Christian Wright (Whisper of Light)”
― Jennifer DeLucy, Whisper of Light

“You have no knowledge of my genitalia. - Gilford Boyd (Whisper of Light)”
― Jennifer DeLucy, Whisper of Light

“Oh my God, of course she was Lily—and she was sickeningly beautiful. Suddenly, I was even more nauseous than usual. I was going to vomit all over myself and be dubbed hurl-girl for the rest of eternity. I was going to throw up all over Lillian Hunt. - Nicole Abbot”
― Jennifer DeLucy, Whisper of Light

“Close your mouth, Nicole! You may never speak words again for as long as you live!”
― Jennifer DeLucy, Whisper of Light

“Remember I'm an Empath before you lie to me." - Lily Hunt”
― Jennifer DeLucy, Circle of Light

“Not to worry, Phillip,â€� Father O’Toole said. “I was just inquiring as to what authority they—â€� He stopped abruptly, jumping forward as the wall phone came unhinged behind him, dangling by a corner screw.
“Huh,� Gil pondered. “Look at that.�
“What happened?� Father O’Toole asked.
“The phone fell,� Gil answered.
“Well, naturally! I’m not blind, young man. I’m asking how the phone fell!�
“I blame gravity,â€� Gil offered. (Excerpt from Whisper of Light)”
― Jennifer DeLucy, Whisper of Light

“The edge of something mostly buried in the sand caught the sun, and I bent to pick up a pearl nautilus. Simple and uncomplicatedly lovely, a pearl nautilus whispered its beauty. It wasn’t showy like a cameo or frog shell, with their twists and nubs and variations. It never competed for attention, but it held and reflected a prism of light that perfectly complimented its surroundings. Someone else may have overlooked a pearl nautilus, but I preferred it. - Nicole Abbot (Whisper of Light)”
― Jennifer DeLucy, Whisper of Light