“The very air they breathed was almost a juice.”

“Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.”

“As Vivi drove, it seemed that not only the Ya-Ya's bodies but the earth and sky were sweating. The very air they breathed was almost a juice. Moonlight spilled down into the convertible, onto the four friends' shoulders and knees and on the tops of their heads, so that their hair seemed to have little sparks shooting off it. Vivi had no idea at all where she was headed, but she knew that whatever direction she went, her friends would go with her.”

“Each day we stood almost shoulder to shoulder, occupying the same space, breathing the same air, but we remained strangers.”

“The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe.”

“You are my life, my very essence,You are the air that I breathe,You are the key to my repentanceWhich I confess is not a breeze!”