“She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.”
“Too much sleep is bad for your health, Matilda." She slipped a freshly made ball of butter into a stone crock. "It must be such a grippe, a sleeping sickness.”
“She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.”
“She didn't know what Liam made his coffee with, but it had to be magical sparkles and crack beans, because it was the most delicious stuff she'd ever tasted.”
“Something of God... flows into us from the blue of the sky, the taste of honey, the delicious embrace of water whether cold or hot, and even from sleep itself.”
“I used to sleep the sleep of someone who knew she was loved. Now, I didn't.”