“Surely Tillie knew glitter on wrinkled cleavage was a sin.”

“They tell me: 'OK, this is where we're going to push up your cleavage,' and I'm like, 'What cleavage?”

“Sure I got sins. Ever'body got sins. A sin is somepin you ain't sure about. Them people that's sure about ever'thing an' ain't got no sin-- well, with that kind a son-of-a-bitch, if I was God I'd kick their ass right outa heaven! I couldn' stand 'em!”

“Tilly was downcast; as with all perfectionists, it was the detail others might not notice that destroyed for her the pleasure of achievement.”

“like two r's trapped in a spanish songbook, tilli and max lurked in their shoebox castle, waiting to be rolled.”

“Pride is the chalice into which all human sins are poured: it glitters and jingles and its arabesque lures your gaze, while your lips involuntarily touch the seductive beverage.”