One gal drank a can of floor wax and topped it off with a cup of Clorox, trying to separate herself from the same world he was in.

The food in the South is as important as food anywhere because it defines a person's culture.

Yes, I suffer terribly from depression. I have to work at being happy, it's not my natural instinct. My natural instinct is, if something wonderful happens, to throw water in my own face.

All right, then, I'd die for you. How about that? Don't you think somebody could die for love?

Dena had always been a loner. She did not feel connected to anything. Or anybody. She felt as if everybody else had come into the world with a set of instructions about how to live and someone had forgotten to give them to her. She had no clue what she was supposed to feel, so she had spent her life faking at being a human being, with no idea how other people felt. What was it like to really love someone? To really fit in or belong somewhere? She was quick, and a good mimic, so she learned at an early age to give the impression of a normal, happy girl, but inside she had always been lonely.

In order to be Miss Anybody you had to have excellent grades, and I had terrible grades because of my dyslexia.

I believe in God, but I don't think you have to go crazy to prove it.