The Almighty was implored not to send me to Hell.

'Send me there if you want to,' I'd say to myself on my knees, 'Tono's not in Hell, anyway.'" Ann laughed bitterly.

"So that's why I'm a sacrilegious, blasphemous person who doesn't care much about hearing about God.

I associate Him with thin lips that shut together tight-and people who make long prayers and break little dogs' hearts--and with boots--and souls--that squeak.

I can't think of one single thing I ever heard about Him that made me like Him." "Oh, Ann dear!" protested Katie shudderingly.
"Try not to think such things.