I think you only learn what kind of personality you have by committing to things.

Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! His two little frogs of girls, that’s who. They know where they are, do you, do you?

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

He was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.

You save yourself or you remain unsaved.

Since then I've always thought that under rape in the dictionary it should tell the truth. It is not just forcible intercourse; rape means to inhabit and destroy everything.

He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.