“But even in the unglamorous warp of the peephole, she looked like a million sunny days to me.”
“When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.”
“There's no peace like the peace of an inner courtyard on a sunny day.”
“Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...”
“But on a clear, sunny day? How would she know to flee when she couldn't see any place for danger to hide?”
“… she gave me a look that deftly combined tenderness with revulsion. To this day the memory of that look still visits me like a Jehovah’s Witness: uninvited and tireless.”