Sharp Objects - Pg 90

  "Ann was my mouth," Betsy said quietly. Then she said no more.  "How is that, Mrs. Nash?"  "She was a real talker, said whatever come into her mind. In a good way. Mostly." She was silent again for a few beats, but I could see her thinking back behind her eyes so I said nothing. "You know, I thought maybe she'd be a lawyer or college debater or something someday, because she was just... she never stopped to measure her words. Like me. I think everything I say is stupid. Ann thought everyone should hear everything she had to say."