“she shapes her surface lights into the shape of breasts.”
“Grips slipped. Hers had from every surface. She's shaped nothing after all, only been crushed and reshaped. No wonder she felt for the brownstones, the cripples, now filling chaotically with no regard for her plan.”
“You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them.-Drustan to Gwen”
“God gave women breasts to admire, and a heart-shaped ass as a consolation when they walk away.”
“The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of men.”
“Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.”