“I tried.Can't do it.Brain's empty.”

“Do the other angels know what they are doing? Am I the only confused one? Maybe I am unfinished, an unfinished angel.”

“I don't want tobecause boysdon't write poetry.Girls do.”

“Something I am wondering:if you cannot heardo you have no soundsin your head?Do you seea silent movie”

“Am I supposed to do something important? It doesn't seem enough to merely take up space on this planet in this country in this state in this town in this family.”

“I started thinking about life insurance and how nice it would be if you could get insurance that your life would be happy, and that everyone you knew could be happy, and they could all do what they really wanted to do, and they could all find the people they wanted to find.”

“Being a mother is like trying to hold a wolf by the ears,” Gram said. “If you have three or four –or more – chickabiddies, you’re dancing on a hot griddle all the time. You don’t have time to think about anything else. And if you’ve only got one or two, it’s almost harder. You have room left over – empty spaces that you think you’ve got to fill up.”