She dumb.” I sigh. “But she ain’t stupid.

I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would've been Constantine's voice singing. If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.

Mississippi is like my mother. I am allowed to complain about her all I want, but God help the person who raises an ill word about her around me, unless she is their mother too.

That's all a grit is, a vehicle. For whatever it is you rather be eating.

I tell myself that's what you get when you put thirty-one toilets on the most popular girl's front yard. People tend to treat you a little differently than before.

I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.

Got to be the worst place in the world, inside a oven. You in here, you either cleaning or you getting cooked.