“He was so close to her then that they owned every molecule of air in the tiny room and the air grew heavy with their desire and worked to move them together.”
“the air would get so heavy with moisture he imagined he could feel each bloated molecule as it toppled into his lungs.”
“Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.”
“I expect to find Stern, secreted away in every molecule of air, and at every turn.”
“The sky darkened, the air grew colder, but he didn't mind. It didn't occur to him to move. This was the right place. This was where he had wanted to be.”
“Sometimes desire is air, sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.”