“O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of them, pulling and tweaking with his little hands to get back at the microscopic knife which sticks firmly in the quiet meat of their hearts.”

“When he was nearly thirty-six, my brother Jem got his heart badly broken when his fourth marriage fell apart, mostly because his wife never could get used to Boo, who lived with them and creeped her out by making little wooden dolls of her and putting them in the hollow tree out front.”

“Now, after my confession, I felt battered, like one of those dolls that always bounces back up when hit. But here's the thing - those silly dolls get hit all the more for it.”

“The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies?""Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.”

“I have a strange illusion quite often. I think I've become deaf. I have to make a little noise to prove I'm not. I clear my throat to show myself that everything is normal. It's like the little Japanese girl they found in the ruins of Hiroshima. Everything dead; and she was singing to her doll.”

“This car sucks.”“It was your idea. I, on the other hand, think this car if perfect size. But that might be because I’m not the size of a mountain.”He snickered. “You’re the size of a little, itty bitty doll.”“If you say a vacant doll, I will hurt you.” I wound the necklace chain around my fingers. “Got that?”“Yes, ma’am.”