“She's so thin she's either dying or rich.”
“It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.”
“There was too much to feel strongly about, she was stretched too thin, so she could not quite feel anything about anything.”
“…She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered, “but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.”
“It was all so artificial. It was beautiful, but it did not belong to her. She was a tourist, an outsider, and she could only see the thin surface veneer of things; she couldn't get beneath it to the real heart of anything.”
“She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.”