Cracked Mary: What way could you make friends with people would be always talking? Too much of talk and of noise there was in it, cursing, and praying, and tormenting; some dancing, some singing, and one writing a letter to a she devil called Lucifer. I not to close my ears, I would have lost the sound of Davideen's song.
Miss Joyce: It was good shelter you got in it through the bad weather, and not to be out perishing under cold, the same as the starlings in the snow.
Cracked Mary: I was my seven months in it, my seven months and a day. My good clothes that went astray on me and my boots. My fine gaudy dress was all moth-eated, that was worked with the wings of birds. To fall into dust and ashes it did, and the wings rose up into the high air.
Bartley Fallen. Take care would the madness catch on to ourselves the same as the chin-cough or the pock.
Mrs. Broderick: Ah, that's not the way it goes travelling from one to another, but some that are naturally cracked and inherit it.
Shawn Early: It is a family failing with her tribe. The most of them get giddy in their latter end.
Miss Joyce: It might be it was sent as a punishment before birth, for to show the power of God.
Peter Tannian: It is tea-drinking does it, and that is the reason it is on the wife it is apt to fall for the most part.
Mrs. Broderick: Ah, there's some does be thinking their wives isn't right, and there's others think they are too right. There to be any fear of me going astray, I give you my word I'd lose my wits on the moment.
Hyacinth Halvey: There are some say it is the moon.