I just thank God we're in a better place,

That's what she said she wanted to do, ... She said that God told her to do that.

God and religion before every thing!' Dante cried. 'God and religion before the world.'

Mr Casey raised his clenched fist and brought it down on the table with a crash.

'Very well then,' he shouted hoarsely, 'if it comes to that, no God for Ireland!'

'John! John!' cried Mr Dedalus, seizing his guest by the coat sleeve.

Dante stared across the table, her cheeks shaking. Mr Casey struggled up from his chair and bent across the table towards her, scraping the air from before his eyes with one hand as though he were tearing aside a cobweb.

'No God for Ireland!' he cried, 'We have had too much God in Ireland. Away with God!

I am not where I need to be, but thank God I am not where I used to be.

But only God can make a tree.

In a good literary memoir, you're basically rendering the essence of the experience. Whether someone is called Jane or Susan, who cares?