“...he was muttering my name over and over. Gin, Gin, Gin. Like it was some sort of prayer—or a curse. Sexiest damn thing I’d ever heard.”
“By 12.30, Giles had consumed five gin-rickies, four gin-and-tonics, three gin-and-its, two gin-and-bitters, and one gin.”
“My name is Gin, and I kill people.”
“A bottle of gin sat in the center of the table. More emptiness than gin in the bottle.”
“I also knew that he was the kind of anile little runt who, in foyers and theatre bars the West End over, can be heard bleating into their gin and tonics, "I go to the theatre to be entertained.”
“Gin a body meet a bodyComing thro' the rye,Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?”