“Suddenly a sorrow the color of dawn welled up in him. They might as well lick each other's wounds. But they would lick forever, and the wounds would never heal, and in the end their tongues would be worn away.”

“This is certain, that a man that studieth revenge keeps his wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.”

“The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.”

“Don't lick the wound, you'll only infect it!”

“He thought he would become accustomed to the idea, not yet understanding that it is useless to become accustomed to the loss of a father, for it will never happen a second time: might as well leave the wound open. ”

“She took a deep breath and forgot to exhale. She wondered what it would be like if she licked him up one side and down the other."What are you thinking?"She suddenly felt kind of hot and dizzy and accidentally let Layla out."That I want to lick your tattoo," she whispered.”