“Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.”
“And if wishes were horses, I’d have been run over in childhood.”
“If wishes were horses, I'd have been run over in my childhood.”
“You've never in your life seen a horse run so fast! He's all power-all beauty.”
“Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.”
“Real terror is a crippling experience. You sweat so much that your skin goes all wrinkly like when you've been in the bath all afternoon. And then the scent of your sweat changes. It smells like cat pee, no doubt from the adrenalin. However hard you wash, it won't come off. It smothers you, as your muscles become frozen with acid and your mind paralysed by despair.”