“I want to tell her not to speak, want to say it, but her lips are on mine again and I taste me and I taste her and I don't taste what we're saying and I don't taste Noah. I taste Camus—I owe to such evenings the idea I have of innocence.”
“And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.”
“...You deserve to be happy. What can I do?"Don't send me away, I thought.He looked at me again. "What do you want?""I want to taste an apple," I said. And your lips, I thought.”
“I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.”
“And your skin, it tastes like me. I want to taste you everywhere.”
“I don't hafta taste it to know it taste funny. It already looks like it taste funny.”