“and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it's giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.”

“YOU'RE IN MY MOUTH, I said. GET OUT OF MY MOUTH.”

“My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope - make yourself a structure you can live inside.”

“With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.”

“The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.”

“My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.”

“I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.”