“Her smile colud've broen glass.”

“Her smile could've broken glass.”

“As we stand to leave, I look across the dining hall and through the glass at Lilly. She is smiling at me and the smile hurts.”

“She turned her face to the glass window and smiled, waving goodbye to Robert, wondering if he were looking. That's the trouble with being blind, she thought. You never know if anyone waves back.”

“She smiled and sipped from her glass. There was altogether too much of her sitting there, the broad expanse of thigh cradled in the insubstantial stocking and the garters with the pale flesh pursed and her full breasts and the sootblack piping of her eyelids, a gaudish rake of metaldust in prussian blue where cerulean moths fluttered her awake from some outlandish dream. Suttree gradually going awash in the sheer outrageous sentience of her. Their glasses clicked on the tabletop. Her hot spiced tongue fat in his mouth and her hands all over him like the very witch of fuck.”

“Her glass wings are gone.”