“It's clear, it's fresh, like a mint candy.”

“Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it's noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.”

“I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I’d turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.”

“I walk away from him. It's enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It's like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.”

“Sex is like a drink, it's bad to start brooding about it too early in the day.”

“It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.”

“It's like the Vatican's porn collection," Zeb told her. "Safe in our hands.”