“There's one consolation," said Bee. "We're all used up. We'll never be of any use to him again.”
“All right," Marcus said, like he was doing me a grave favor. "But take it slow, sister. Any sudden moves and we'll drop you like a used-up ho on the corner of Fifth and Bridger.”
“Whatever distinguishes one lump of flesh from another when we're alive, we're all the same once we're dead. Just used-up shells.”
“Everybody uses everybody until we're all just a bunch of used up shit sacks waiting to go to dirt.”
“Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.These, our bodies, possessed by light.Tell me we'll never get used to it.”
“The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.”