(Vivian Apple #1)
by: Katie Coyle
"I say to myself, Dear God, and then I scratch that, for obvious reasons. Dear Universe, I say. Make me less meek, make me less afraid. Dear Universe, make me the hero of my own story."
"And Frick said, 'Follow me, and be taken into heaven.'And the people of America began to listen."
"How is that posible?" I ask. "How can you believe all that stuff?"Wambaugh looks at me, her gaze softening. "We could sit here and have an in-dept discussion about why I believe the things I believe in, about the kind of comfort and guidance I've taken from my faith throughout my life, but it wouldn't matter to you one iota, Viv, because you don't believe. And that's okay! It's not up to me to tell you what you should believe in. That's the thing you've got to figure out for yourself. But let me tell you this: you can't go through life distinguishing the Believers from the Non-Believers and divvying up your love and trust accordingly. It's more complicated that that, Viv, and you know it. Don't be the kind of person who sees groups instead of people. That's the sort of thing Beaton Frick does."
"One minute we're here and the next minute we're leaving. It's that simple."
"You think I'm going to chill here with my history teacher while my protégée is out there fighting the good fight, having the adventure? Nice try, Viv." Harp yawns. "But you're stuck with me."