Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere

"Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead."

"... Don't ever worry bout bein holy, babychild. Just keep your eyes wide open except when you sleep. Then let the Lord's mighty vision see you through the night."

"Good Lord didn't mean for us to hate ourself. He made us to love ourself like He do, with wide open arms."

"See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else."

"Sidda can't help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages..."

"There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken. Like birds that fly across national borders, between countries at war at each other."