"Of course that don't mean to peddle it any more than a bottle of rye whiskey means I gotta get fighting drunk and clobber a cop.  You can't sell love and you can't buy Happiness, no price tags on either one and if you think there is, the way to Hell lies open to you.  But if you give with an open heart and receive what God has an unlimited supply of, the Devil can't touch you.  Money?" She looked at Jill. "Hon, would you do that water-sharing thing with somebody, say for a million dollars?  Make it ten million, tax free."