“I'm not senile," I snapped. "If I burn the house down it will be on purpose.”

“You think I'm not a goddess?Try me.This is a torch song.Touch me and you'll burn.”

“I always remembered what she looked like, the dried apple face, the silvery gray hair, the snapping blue eyes.”

“You're dead, Cordelia.'No I'm not.'Yes you are. You're dead.Lie down.”

“Below me, in the foundations of the house, I could hear the clothes I'd buried there growing themselves a body.”

“Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were.It hasn’t happened this morning, either.”

“I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart.”