“Mom wouldn't approve of taffy for breakfast, magic word or no magic word, but Gramma Dee is different that way. A lot of grammas are.”
“My gramma used to think that passage when Jesus said, ‘In my Father’s house are many rooms,’ didn’t mean there was a big hotel in heaven. It meant there were lots of different ways to worship.”
“I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma.""You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.”
“Magic," the man in the grey suit repeats, turning the word into a laugh. "This is not magic. This is the way the word is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.”
“There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.”
“Can I come back and see you sometime?""Long as you bring me some chocolate," Gramma said, and smiled. "I'm partial to chocolate.""Gramma, you're diabetic.""I'm old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.”