“she whispers it aloud, 'lorelei.' the sound makes her ache, makes the word even more beautiful, even more real. ”
“I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me”
“She is the elephant’s eyebrows,” Evie whispered appreciatively. “Those jewels! How her neck must ache.” “That’s why Bayer makes aspirin,” Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that even a socialist wasn’t immune to the dazzle of a movie star.”
“Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave. ”
“It just makes me love her even more.”
“She's not classically beautiful, but somehow that only makes her more interesting.”