“You have to be careful who you meet. You can’t unmeet them.”
“Jimmy: You'll end up like one of those chocolate merengues my wife is so fond of [Alison starts banging jars]...sweet and sticky on the outside, and sink your teeth in it [savouring every word]-inside, all white, messy and disgusting. [offering teapot sweetly to Helena] Milk?”
“I'm not a stranger to your love of lost causes, dear one. But you have to be careful who you meet," he said, stoking a pipe thoughtfully. "You can't unmeet them.”
“Ah, Milk Duds. The official candy of pissed-off fat women everywhere”
“She’s aware of the changes, the ringing round her eyes, fur around her mouth. […] Dressed out like an animal, she thistles and fickles. She fawns in a murmur of milk. Grows feral.”