“Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.”
“She was poison in a pretty bottle.”
“Sex pretty much cures everything.”
“Hunger for me, ka-lyrra, he thought silently, get addicted to me. I will be both venom and antidote, your poison and your only cure.”
“I didn’t know then that young girls were a sort of poison, infectious to the man of age; and that men of age justly take woman of age to cure themselves of the diseases of youth.”
“Yeah. Penicillin. You know that? It's made of mold. Pretty cool huh, how one kind of rottenness can cure another kind of rottenness.”