“It was the man I saw in my closet. And he was... smiling”
“Charis sipped, smiling back. "...I saw God everywhere."Grif narrowed his eyes. "Really?"She nodded and leaned close. "We were actually pen pals. I'd write Him letters in Latin and leave them in my closet.""Why the closet?"She shrugged. "Because He didn't appear after I set my front yard's bushes on fire, so I decided He was shy.”
“It is a great while since I felt the grind of bone under my saw,' he added, smiling with anticipation.”
“I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.”
“when the boogie man goes to sleep he checks his closet for me”
“...my closet and I are on my own. My closet is of no use to me. It may actually be laughing at me. It's true, I hear it.”