“I'll cry with you," she whispered "Until we run out of tears. Even if it's forever. We'll do it together.”

“Lys," he whispered. "Do you know what's coming?""Yes," she whispered."And you know that I'll be with you until the end?”

“We'll all go out together when we go.Yes, we'll all go out together when we go.Oh, how the world will dieFrom great fire in the sky.Yes, we'll all go out together when we go."(Total) Call me old fashioned but I'll take 'She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain' any day.”

“...this woman, moved by some private sorrow as much as the words being spoken, cried almost silently, unobserved by others, apart from Mma Ramotswe, who stretched out her hand and laid it on her shoulder. Do not cry, Mma, she began to whisper, but changed her words even as she uttered them, and said quietly, Yes, you can cry, Mma. We should not tell people not to weep - we do it because of our sympathy for them - but we should really tell them that their tears are justified and entirely right.”

“When you're walking home at night, do you even get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?" It seemed too secret and personal to admit to virtual stranger, but I told her, "Yeah, totally." For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, "Run run run run run," and took off, pulling me behind her.”

“You tell anyone that I cried, and I'll cut your liver out.""Do you even know where a human liver resides?"[...]"Yes," she said, and punched him in it.”