“I grit my teeth and wonder if it would matter if I strangled Dash in his sleep. Or poisoned his tea. I wonder what his neck would feel like under my fingers.”
“I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.”
“If I had nostrils on my index fingers, I wonder what the inside of my nose would smell like?”
“A mafia don could snap his fingers and somebody would snap my neck. But when I snap my fingers, people start dancing. Or at least my clones would.”
“For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned....”
“With all the wonders Moses was performing, there was one I did not think would ever come to pass: that we would finally be reunited. That I would once again kiss his neck as I had loved to do. That I would see him clasp his sons to his breast.”