Song of Solomon
[…] and more important, he would have learned not to fool with anything that belonged to Pilate, who never bothered anybody, was helpful to everybody, but who also was believed to have the power to step out of her skin, set a bush afire from fifty yards, and turn a man into a ripe rutabaga, all on account of that fact that she had no navel. (1.4.94)
"How’d she die?"
"You don’t believe in ghosts?"
"Well"—Milkman smiled—"I’m willing to, I guess." "You better believe, boy. They’re here." (1.4.109)
She moved around the house, onto the porch, down the streets, to the fruit stalls and the butchershop, like a restless ghost, finding peace nowhere and in nothing. (1.5.127)