“Good thing my mother-in-law isn’t pizza shaped, because then I’d have to cut her up into eight slices and serve her to her family. As it is, I only need to cut her up into four pieces, and serve her to the pigs.”
“Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.”
“And Mom doesn't like anyone cutting her flowers, so I cut up her magazines instead. Do you like it?”
“Kessa began to cut her meat into tiny pieces. As a whole it was unmanageable, frightening; but divided and arranged, the meat could be controlled. She cut four pieces. She'd count to four between each bite.”
“I will use this sharp pain to penetrate my daughter’s tough skin and cut her tiger spirit loose. She will fight me, because this is the nature of two tigers. But I will win and give her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter.”
“The wind cut like a knife up here, and shrilled in the night like a mother mourning her slain children.”