"'The House,' she writes, capitalizing it like this throughout, giving it a special, sort of sinister air, 'seemed to grow colder as I got older.'"

"She takes us in, past the neglected cement slab of a porch, into the library with studio family photos on the shelves but no books, down into the basement with fluorescent lights and black-and-white tile, 'an old upright piano that stood largely ignored because it was so badly out of tune it wasn’t even worth playing,' and 'my grandfather’s life-sized wooden Indian chief statues that were lined up against the far wall like sarcophagi,' as she describes. 'Across from the stairs, a huge mahogany bar, fully stocked with barstools, dusty glasses, and a working sink but no alcohol, had been built in the corner—an anomaly in a house built by a man who didn’t drink. A large oil painting of a black singer with beautiful, full lips and generous, swaying hips hung on the wall behind it. Wearing a curve-hugging gold-and-yellow dress with ruffles, she stood at the microphone, mouth open, hand extended. A jazz band made up entirely of black men dressed in white dinner jackets and black bow ties played behind her. The brasses glowed, the woodwinds glistened. The clarinetist, a sparkle in his eyes, looked straight out at me. I would stand behind the bar, towel slung over my shoulder, whipping up drinks for my imaginary customers. Or I would sit on one of the barstools, the only patron, dreaming myself inside that painting.' It’s these types of keen peeks into private places that give this book its oomph. We’re in the House."

From "'He Is and Always Will Be a Terrified Little Boy'/Mary Trump has not indicted her uncle. She has indicted the whole family. And that might be even more valuable" (Politico)

"She" = Mary Trump, describing Trump's childhood home.