- Luna - Narrative: She understood something about the difficulty of having to push clouds around.
- Luna - Narrative: If you should stop pushing clouds, the blue sky would swallow you up like a starving monster.
- Luna - Narrative: Everyone's advice to writers is to start the story with the end in mind.
- Luna - Narrative: Sometimes only a cloud pusher knows what the end holds.
- Luna - Narrative: It was only the two of them against the world.
- Luna - Narrative: Very few people could understand that dead little birds need to be buried... She did.
- Little Mignon 'Mossie' van Wyk: We have to christen her so that Jesus can write her name in His book.
- Little Adriaan Prinsloo: Bless us Lord for this grace that You've given us. Always fill our hearts with thanksgiving. Amen.
- Luna - Narrative: When you are young, you have no sense of time.
- Luna - Narrative: You don't think of the brevity of a human life.
- Luna - Narrative: You know nothing.
- Luna - Narrative: Your heart is light.
- Luna - Narrative: Jou hart is lig.
- Luna - Narrative: You are unaware of the earth's orbit.
- Luna - Narrative: Childlike naivety.
- Luna - Narrative: Kinderlik naïef.
- Luna - Narrative: She was obsessed by the clouds.
- Luna - Narrative: She wondered how the clouds knew where to go.
- Luna - Narrative: He told her about the world up there and the wondering could pushers.
- Luna - Narrative: She was an angel with broad shoulder for catching tears.
- Luna - Narrative: She always rides in with the wind. Unexpected and usually before a monstrous storm.
- Luna - Narrative: She was always floating in a space above the ordinary, removed from mediocrity, out of reach for the every-day, uninteresting people.
- Luna - Narrative: She was different.
- Luna - Narrative: Her clothes clung to her skeleton figure and her eyes were filled with darkness.
- Luna - Narrative: Mossie was always looking towards the sky.
- Luna - Narrative: She's never liked stolen-kisses.
- Luna - Narrative: People say that time heals everything. Death-wounds are different. They haunt you.
- Yvonne Prinsloo: Oh well, love is timeless.
- Adriaan Prinsloo: That's the corniest thing I've ever heard, mom.
- Adriaan Prinsloo: But love is corny.
- Luna - Narrative: True love is not supposed to hurt.