“Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.”

“Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia's mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I'd understand how it's the little things that pull you under.”

“Well, that's just all kinds of creepy," Puck muttered at my side, giving the doll a look of alarm. "If you see any clowns, do me a favor and don't point them out, okay? i'd rather live without the nightmares."I was about to snap at him for putting the thought of killer clown dolls in my head...”

“The little girl on the planeWho turned her doll's head aroundTo look at me.”

“I hate the thought that I'm just some kind of Russian nesting doll with the big outside and inevitably, rattling around under all the layers, a crude little peg with a face is the truth of me.”

“A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as impossible, as a woman without children.”