“Ivan had contrived somehow in the dark of night to replace every watermelon in the watermelon patch with a gravestone, and every gravestone in the engraver's lot with a watermelon”

“Why does everybody throw every troublesome thing into the river?”

“Every configuration of people is an entirely new universe unto itself.”

“I don't understand your book. Isn't every book a book of words?”

“It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.”

“Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.”

“He made her drunk, this man made her drunk; and every time his eyes flashed into hers she could not breathe.”