“The Bagshaws aren't boys. They're bombs with very colorful fuses.”
“Boys,' she says, 'just aren't very good at being afraid.”
“Never say anything like that again. You're perfect. Woman without curves aren't women, they're boys with long hair. You, are definitely a woman.”
“Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, greenmossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles the way memory bombs still, tea-colored minds.”
“The Bagshaw's blew up an armored truck one,' Gabrielle offered.”
“People talk to old people like they're children.'Oh you're very old aren't you?' Yeah I'm old. I'm not stupid.”