“To Gran, “strong medicine” could be good or bad, just like the laxatives she was forevertalking about. Good for makin’ the mail move smooth, but too much and you shit yerbrains out. -strange angels”
“Julian: She's very strong, you know. Much too good for you.Tom: I know. But she's a thousand times too good for you.”
“A brick could be used as a laxative. You know, “Shit a brick.” ”
“There was too much to feel strongly about, she was stretched too thin, so she could not quite feel anything about anything.”
“Good medicine always tastes bad.”
“It’s good.’ She chirps the last bit as if that were all to say about a book: It’s good or it’s bad. I liked it or I didn’t. No discussions of the writing, the themes, the nuances, the structure. Just good or bad. Like a hot dog.”