“You are but a hard turd in the ass of my journey.”
“I hardly loathe myself. Have you seen my ass?”
“Perfect,” he groaned. “You are perfect.” He sank his teeth into her ass, hard, drawing blood. “And now you wear my mark,” he finished proudly. “Your ass is mine.”
“Believe me, Athelstan, you can wrap a dog's turd in a cloth of gold but it remains a dog's turd.”
“I confess I've relived it so many times, I hardly remember it anymore. My feelings are strong enough to refract and distort the truth of that journey. But then... my feelings are the truth of that journey”
“You look as if you have bitten into a turd.”