“Luz felt as though all the millions of butterflies that were flying on this same journey south were fluttering in her stomach.”
“It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind.”
“She was a fly, but the others were dragonflies, butterflies, beautiful insects, dancing, fluttering, skimming, while she alone dragged herself up out of the saucer.”
“It's all right to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation”
“The only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.”
“There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.”