“Today the city melted in a heat wave. The crystal skyscrapers glittered like knives (this is a city of knives), steel-and-glass blades inlaid with the reflections of other knives, mirrors within mirrors within mirrors, knives that thrust up at the scorched clouds, presaging that evening's little death… As always, beneath the vaulted brilliance the infernal shadows of the streets were filled with the phantoms of murdered girls.”
“There is only darkness, starless and complete. The waves glitter like a million dull knives.”
“Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by the handle.”
“Prison is like high school with knives.”
“Daimonds are a girls best friend- they're sharper than knives”
“No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?”