“Do I look like I’m kidding?”“No. You look beautiful.”
“I’m not really beautiful,’ she said to herself, ‘but tonight I feel beautiful. And I look like a girl who feels beautiful.' (84)”
“I do love foreplay," he whispered against her lips. "Days and days worth of it. I want to look forward to you like a kid looks forward to Christmas.”
“And you look beautiful," she added."I look like a cake.""But a beautiful cake.”
“I’m sorry, I thought you were together.’‘Why, do I look like an organ grinder?’ said Cobb.”
“Look at us. You look like death, my friend, and I’m sure I do, too. We’ll never stop blaming ourselves. I guess that’s the price of love?”