“If I could talk it like Dahoum, you would never be tired of listening to me.”
“She could talk. If she was a sphinx she could have talked, if she was a stone she could have talked. I wondered when she'd get tired and leave. Even after I stopped listening it was like being battered with tiny pingpong balls.”
“You were listening to some strangers when you could have benn listening to me talk about myself? Chelsea, how could you?”
“People never like me and I never like people," she thought. "And I never can talk as the Crawford children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises.”
“I talk about talking like I listen to listening—in a room with mirrored walls that makes me appreciate the infinity that is God.”
“I like to listen, and I like to talk. Heavens, girl, can't you see I like to talk?”