“How else could it be with such consuming hair?”
“If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.”
“How bad could things be if my hair was neat?”
“The old world had been consumed with the search for More Stuff. Now there was more stuff than anyone could ever use, and little or none of anything else.”
“Julia wasn't breathing. How could she when the sensation was so intense? The taste of peppermint, the scent of Aramis, the way his breath consumed her.”
“How else could he go on, except with merciful incomprehension held before him like a shield? How could anyone?”