Come git all your cajun spices out of my kitchen. I told ya I don't like Cajun, I like creole. Those spices burn my intestins.' Tearin me up with your bird injectors and foul fish. I don't need your kindness. not when you're cheatin on my daughter.

Lie to me again fool so God can hear it and deal with you.

Poppy held John's hand until it came time to walk alone behind older men, lick a wound instead of rely upon a kiss, or even begin to sense how people can be wicked, the world displeasing and all of life beaten by grace.

Iam a writer. I just happen to propagate mint and love bundt cake.

I don't really like to go on emotional rides with people. I like to drive.

I have learn'd Poppy that people come an' go. Only Jesus is your true friend. And even He had Judas. Git rid of your Judas. Like your sister. Marc has lost his mind. Buying one gift for her an' anoth'r for Cherie. That boy bet'r git himself home. There's ain't no blessing in sin, I tell ya. The devil roams, he prowls Poppy and a man's heart is fertile territory.

Patient: Where is Carey Street? Miss Ida: "Go stand out in the street and you'll find it.

And when the clouds come, I sink; and when the skies dawn, I rise.

In my aloneness, I find God. He is there always, but the noise drowned Him out.

Always leave behind a garden.