“Screw pretty. I'd rather be strong. Pretty fades over time. Strength gets you through the bad shit.”
“I could live through it. It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.”
“But the irony is that unless God's in the center of it, you can get singed pretty badly. ”
“Horseshit,” Shame said cheerfully. “He can dispossess you and die. Pretty easy, really. Most people die the right way the first time. You’d think a genius like him wouldn’t screw it up so badly.”
“My God, ma'am, you're so pretty I'd walk ten miles barefooted on a freezing morning to stand in your shit.”
“Mamma says God uses the bad times to build strength. Wonder how strong a person needs to be before things get easier.”