“It was delicious to have someone to keep secrets with”

“Oh, it was delicious to have someone to keep secrets with. If I'd had a sister or a brother closer in age, I guessed that's what it would be like. But it wasn't just smoking or skirting around Mother. It was having someone look at you after your mother has nearly fretted herself to death because you are freakishly tall and frizzy and odd. Someone whose eyes simply said, without words, You are fine with me.”

“We must keep this a perfect secret.”

“I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.”

“Some things I just got to keep for myself.”

“That's the way prayer do. It's like electricity, it keeps things going.”

“Cause that's the way prayer do. It's like electricity, it keeps things going.”