“It was a whole world, his mouth, a whole unsuspected world, and kissing him occasioned the same sense of discovery as sliding a clear drop of plain tap water under a microscope and divining whole schools of fantastic fibrillose creatures, or pointing a telescope at a patch of sky pitch-dark to the naked eye and lo, it is spattered with stars.”
“She smiled up at him, and he saw his whole world in her eyes.”
“As he spoke and bent his head to hers, their lips meeting and the soft, warm creatures of their mouths joining blissfully, his eyes glittered and shone, brighter for a moment than the sun that rose like a crystal, whole and complete in the sky.”
“The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe.”
“You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.”
“Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.”