“Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain”

“If you're standing in the manure pile, it's somebody's job to mention the stink.”

“I know it’s bullshit that I say “babysitter” instead of nanny. What I have is a full-time nanny, and I should be roundly punished for trying to make it seem like the teenager next door comes over one night a week. But I don’t like the word “nanny.” It gives me class anxiety and race anxiety. And that is why I will henceforth refer to our nanny as our Coordinator of Toddlery.”

“Christians are like manure: spread them out and they help everything grow better, but keep them in one big pile and they stink horribly.”

“Dis love! Dat’s just whut’s got us uh pullin’ and haulin’ and sweatin’ and doin’ from can’t see in de mornin’ till can’t see at night." Nanny to Janie”

“Nancy, every place you go, it seems as if mysteries just pile up one after another.”