I always remembered what she looked like, the dried apple face, the silvery gray hair, the snapping blue eyes.

“This goes along with another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an ad…”

“I think that this is what God must look like: an egg. The life of the moon may …”

“If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending...But if it's …”

“How furious she must be, now that she's been taken at her word.”