“Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.”
“Yankel's lipstick autobiography came flaking off his bedroom ceiling, falling gently like blood-stained snow to his bed and floor. You are Yankel. You love Brod. You are a Sloucher. You were once married, but she left you. You don't believe in an afterlife.”
“Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.”
“Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate.Brown nodded. "I think this is it.”
“We made love like three seasons, but I didn’t fall.”
“Temporarily.' I say, looking at the blood on my hands. The blood of princess Snow White — I must be the worst person in the world.”