"Over the years, Maxine's oven had launched a thousand sweets into the bellies of her bosses ... But then came that damn diet... Maxine looked to the mess of pastries on the floor of her Land Rover, the frosting in the carpet, the shattered pieces of crust all around. She cried her first tear since the last time she lost anything important, and that was just an old earring, probably still beneath the backseat of that boy's car in Texas." (Chapter 3)
"Don't go all Mister Mister on me! I do everything myself. Everything! No one claims credit for where I am, or where I go."
"They cook with lard too. Pure lard!"
"A cardboard box can be a home. But your first house... That's the whole dream thingy."