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Louis Batiste: Men fought for the privilege of saying her name.
Eve: Memory is a selection of images, some elusive, others printed indelibly on the brain. The summer I killed my father, I was 10 years old.
Louis Batiste: To a certain type of woman, I am a hero. I need to be a hero.
Mozelle Batiste Delacroix: Sometimes I think there's no point at all, and that's the point.
Mozelle Batiste Delacroix: Life is filled with goodbyes, Eve, a million goodbyes, and it hurts every time.
Mozelle Batiste Delacroix: Sometimes I feel like I've lost so much I have to find new things to lose.
Mozelle Batiste Delacroix: All I know is most people's lives are a great disappointment to them and no one leaves this earth without feeling terrible pain. And if there is no divine explanation at the end of it all, well... that's sad.
Roz Batiste: When I first met Louis, I saw him set the leg of a boy who had fallen out of a tree. And I thought to myself, "Here is a man who can fix things. He's a healer, he'll take care of me." So I leave my family, and I move to this swamp, and I see he's just a man.
Mozelle Batiste Delacroix: We're two of a kind, my brother and I. One day, he'll open his eyes and see that what he's been looking for is right in front of him.
Roz Batiste: But what if it's too late?