“She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”

“A tall blonde entered the room, wearing a yellow sash that marked her as advocate. Two men followed her, carrying papers. She was lean and long-legged, with a graceful neck and nice ankles, and William took a minute to watch her come down the aisle. She looked high-strung and difficult. Still, good legs.Mmm, smelled of mimosa, too. Expensive scent. Cerise smelled better, when clean.”

“She would have kissed him, if she kissed stupid men.”

“She could no longer remember what Ambrose looked like, or smelled like, or was like. All she knew was Cassius Clayton McLinn. All she wanted began and ended with him.”

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”

“She looks like a very young old person, or a very old young person; but then, she's looked that way ever since she was two.”