“Adina sat up. “It’s denigrating and objectifying.” “No. It’s eye shadow and lipstick and sex and mystery and magic and transformation and fun. And nobody’s taking that away from me. You will pry my Petal Power lip gloss out of my cold, dead hands,” Shanti insisted.”
“In fact, when I finally shuffle off this mortalcoil, you will have to pry a book out of my cold, dead hands.”
“If you try to to take my bananas from me, I will reclaim them from your cold dead hands.”
“Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.”
“I moved my hand in and out of the shadow and pondered life and death. Then I put on my lipstick, pulled up my pants, and got back to work.”
“I’d use my shadow as a blanket, but it’s too cold. It’s a shame, because it’d fit snuggly over my body.”