- Death: You don't bargain with me, Emily Dickinson. I'm everything. And I'm everywhere. No-one escapes me. And nobody understands me. Not even you.
- Mrs. Dickinson: Death is everywhere this Winter. You know Ithamar Conkey's eldest daughter? She went ice-skating last week and got consumption. Now she's buried in the ground.
- Emily Dickinson: I know. And the frost killed all my violets too. It's tragic.
- Mrs. Dickinson: Don't be flippant.
- Emily Dickinson: I'm not. I loved those violets.