“Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.”
“The delicious breath of rain was in the air.”
“Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, \ And there are words not made with lungs”
“To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct, just as one's lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available.”
“How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.”
“Gran follows recipes by looking at picture—to the eye, delicious; to the tongue, boiled socks. Makes you wanna cry really.”