‘These superstitions and taboos were good for Mamie because they implied order and reason, cause and effect, and this made her feel less isolated and less helpless. So when she saw the voodoo chickens laid on the rock in Central Park, she was reassured. It meant that someone, somewhere in the exhausting city, still believed in the Spirits.’

– Susanna Moore, The Whiteness of Bones

‘Lying on a French nineteenth-century bed covered with pieces of Kashmiri shawls, in a borrowed apartment full of museum reproductions, worried about a woman who once thought she was being eaten by sharks and is now being eaten by a man.’

– Susanna Moore, The Whiteness of Bones