“This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.”
“Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.”
“And with a last stardrop, a last circle, I arrive, and she's there, chemical wonder in her eyes.”
“Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth.”
“At long last he was her's”
“The ears are the last feature to age.”