“Damn, that werewolf melts my butter,” Mari sighed. “He’s so miserable,” she added delightedly.”
“Looking at him makes my stomach feel like it's full of hot, melted butter.”
“She is sighing deeply now with sympathy and delight - the delight of an addict when someone else admits he's hooked, too.”
“Just like trying to ice skate on two sticks of butter in the desert, my love for her melted and was no good to anyone but a chef.”
“It often occurs to me that we love most what makes us miserable. In my opinion, the damned are damned because they enjoy being damned.”
“The windows of his house shone in the darkness like squares of melting butter.”