“Blood and brain tissue clung to the wet rock like the refuse of a sad picnic.”

“It was wild. Abandoned. Rough. Wet. Intense. Fiery. Thorough. Exquisite. Heart-pounding. Blood-singing. Soul-rocking. Life-altering.Luscious.”

“He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.”

“He took the box but did not avail himself of a tissue. She understood. Sometimes it was comforting to feel the wetness of grief's tears on your face.”

“The bullet smashed through the right lens of Winston’s glasses and slammed him back against the lounge wall. Ozzy was expressionless as his old friend slid down the wall leaving a smear of red behind him. Above his creased body, a gob of pale tissue clung onto the light switch. “Aw, Winston,” he said, “you did have a brain after all!”

“Weeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made out of their trunks.”