God: I just wanted you to find that poem.
Joan: Why? Nobody's ever going to know who wrote it. What good does that do?
God: Do you know who carved the façade of Notre Dame, or the sculptures at the Parthenon?
Joan: *sigh* We haven't gotten to that chapter yet.
God: No one knows. Their names are lost to everyone but me. But does that make their creations any less beautiful?

→ Let the lamps burn a while yet: Cute Guy God boards the bus and sits in a seat perpendicular to Joan....

quixotess:

Cute Guy God boards the bus and sits in a seat perpendicular to Joan.

Cute Guy God: “Remember me?”

Joan: “Why all the familiar looks? Doing a greatest hits? Starting to get a little pleased with yourself?”

Cute Guy God: “You see me the way you want to see me, Joan….

Joan: Adam has burdens?
God: Sometimes they look a lot like gifts.

Just watched a half a clip from Joan of Arcadia about Joan and Adams relationship.

I had to turn it off- there were too many emotions all at once.