“Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.”
“A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window.”
“Possibly, I too shall take the train at that station one day, and go and seek around thy lakes, O Norway, O silent Scandinavia... Possibly, someday, I shall hear the lonely echoes of the North repeat the singing of her who knew the Angel of Music...”
“She had breasts that sagged to her knees. But that's ok, because when it got cold, I could see her nipples through her kneepads.”
“She turned of an ashy paleness as cold hatred and desire for revenge took possession of her vindictive soul.”
“Any time, any place? I ask, gazing out across the glittering lake. A breeze disturbs it's silver surface. In a heartbeat, Phoenix promises.”