“The Holy Mother has many faces, but you know it's her from her blue cloak. She is said to be the spirit in all women." "Look, here she is naked and the baby Jesus has wings, " said Lucien."That is not the Holy Mother, that's Venus and that's not Jesus, that is Cupid, the Roman god of love.""Wouldn't she have the spirit of the Holy Mother as well?""No, she is a pagan myth.""What about Maman? Is the spirit of the Holy Mother in her?""No, Lucien, your mother is also a pagan myth. Come, look at these paintings of wrestlers.”
“He flashed her a smile, and holy mother of God, it was wickedly sexy.”
“And then — holy mother of God — he smiled at her. A knowing, toe-curling, sex-drenched smile.”
“HOLY MOTHER. WAS THAT A FACE?”
“She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.”
“Holy Mary, mother of God," my mother said. "You were being chased by Richard Nixon, Bill Clinton, and a rabbit.”