“She was awake, alive, full of ideas like branches in a greenhouse, growing thick and rife against the glass.”
“The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine, and a good cigar.”
“We’ll stretch like branches and we will anchor like roots. We’ll grow together.”
“London life was very full and exciting [...] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray.”
“…his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.”
“To be awake is to be alive.”