“The dignity of man was everywhere tissue-paper thin.”

“I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one.”

“Then she broke down and cried onto the flowery wrapping paper. Melanie put her arms around the poor, thin body. What is Aunt Margaret made of? Birdbones and tissue paper. spun glass and straw.”

“On the very tip of his tongue is his Firerancher. Thin as tissue paper, it looks like the moon in the daytime sky. Suddenly love is looming over the car, as big and invisible as the ghost mountains of the Comobabi range. I smile at him and turn up the radio with my toes.”

“You know, sometimes marriage is iron. Sometimes it’s tissue paper. And Ithink the times it’s tissue paper are when you need to keep things to yourself. Or you can end up making a mistake that you’ll regret forever.”

“What is Aunt Margaret made of? Bird bones and tissue paper, spun glass and straw.”