In appearance, she was more artificial than artificial, but there was something endearing about that to me.

I found her very likable, and I think she meant others well – especially as she got older.

I think she was a little pathological, and of course she had terrible taste in men. There was something so odd about her, but still… I liked her.

Her God seems to be about financial security. I never looked to her for spiritual guidance, but I used to watch every once in a while because she gave me a different perspective (…Lord, won’t you give me a Mercedes Benz).

I shop, therefore I am.

You can educate yourself right out of a relationship with God.

I always say shopping is cheaper than a psychiatrist.

I take Him shopping with me. I say, “OK, Jesus, help me find a bargain.”

You don’t have to be dowdy to be a Christian.

…and now we’re down to our last $37,000.

There’s times when I just have to quit thinking . . . and the only way I can quit thinking is by shopping.

I think the eyes are the windows to the soul. When my friends die, I often ask to have their eyeglasses. (San Francisco Chronicle, July 13, 2000)

There is also something that tickles me about the fact that the huge televangelist empire began as a puppet show for children.

Trip to the green marble bank in Heaven follows from thanking the Lord for her appliances:

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I think she knew what promissory notes and collateral were… but what a sweet parable.

Her last appearance is rather shocking and sad. The poor woman. She was doing her very best.

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Rest in peace, Tammy Faye.