[Lorraine:] There was one woman at Chambers Street who was talking to herself a mile a minute, and I know now it was another omen.
"Death is coming," she kept repeating. "God told me death is coming. He calls me his little chatty doll…God's chatty doll…."
It's sort of spooky how when you're caught talking to God nowadays everybody thinks you're nuts. They used to call you a prophet. (8)
[Lorraine:] I—and maybe now even the Pigman—were the only ones he [John] knew who could understand that doing something like roller-skating out of Beekman's was not absolutely crazy. Everything in his home had to have a purpose. There was no one there who could understand doing something just for fun—something crazy—and that was what he'd liked about me from that first day when I laughed on the bus and was just as crazy as he was. (8)
[Lorraine:] She's always warning me about getting into cars and things like that. When she goes to work on a night shift, she constantly reminds me to lock the doors and windows, and sometimes she calls on the phone if she gets a chance and tells me again. Beware of men is what she's really saying. They have dirty minds, and they're only after one thing. Rapists are roaming the earth. (10)