“It's life, Sidda. You just climb on the beast and ride.”
“It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.”
“It's just a ride.”
“Mama parted with these Divine Secrets because I asked her to, Sidda thought. the reason I feel like crying, Sidda realized, is not just because this scrapbook is vulnerable, but because Mama, whether she knows it or not, has made herself so vulnerable to me.”
“It's just that I was thinking you don't ride in that truck of yours, you wear it.”
“He put his fingertips against her forehead."You must be at least this tall to ride The Beast.""Secure your belongings and keepy your arms and legs around the ride at all times.”