Seth: What's that like? What's it taste like? Describe it like Hemingway.
Maggie: Well, it tastes like a pear. You don't know what a pear tastes like?
Seth: I don't know what a pear tastes like to you.
Maggie: Sweet, juicy, soft on your tongue, grainy like a sugary sand that dissolves in your mouth. How's that?
Seth: It's perfect.

Seth: Why did He do this?
Cassiel: I don't know.
Seth: Am I being punished?
Cassiel: You know better than that.

Seth: Why do people cry?
Maggie: What do you mean?
Seth: I mean... what happens physically?
Maggie: Well... umm... tear ducts operate on a normal basis to lubricate and protect the eye and when you have an emotion they overreact and create tears.
Seth: Why? Why do they overreact?
Maggie: [pause] I don't know.
Seth: Maybe... maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.

Seth: You're a good doctor.
Maggie: How do you know?
Seth: I have a feeling.
Maggie: Yeah, well that's pretty flimsy evidence.
Seth: Close your eyes. Just for a second... what am I doing?
Maggie: You're... touching me.
Seth: How do you know?
Maggie: Because, I feel it.
Seth: You should trust that. You don't trust it enough.

Susan: Where are we going?
Seth: Home.
Susan: Can Mommy come?
Seth: No.
Susan: She won't understand.
Seth: She will someday.

[to Seth] When they ask me what I liked best, I'll tell them, it was you.

No dying yet, Mr. Messinger. Not until you give me Seth's phone number.

Some things are true whether you believe in them or not.

Something happened in that room. I got this jolt that... something bigger is out there. Something bigger than me, bigger than you. Does that sound crazy?

That doctor in the operating room. She stared right at me.

We fight for people's lives, right? Do you ever wonder who it is we're fighting with?