“Your pants didn't get smaller, Mommy," I assured her. "Your butt got bigger.”
“The richer you are, I've worked out, the smaller your telephone and the bigger your telephoto lens.”
“Can I ask one more question?”Cateline repressed a sigh. “One more. Then you need to eat your supper.”“If Davillon has so many gods, how come not one of them got off his butt and saved my mommy and daddy?!”
“Which eternity can be bigger or smaller? But which reality can be an eternity in your mind?”
“You got your designer blue jeans, your designer shoes, your designer luggage. Now Miss Fancy Pants got her some designer pussy.”
“It wasn't okay. I didn't want her to leave. I didn't care if Jesus wanted her or not. She was my mommy. He could take an old mommy. One that didn't have little boys to take care of.”