“God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.”

“And who are you supposed to be? the King of snot-nosed delinquents?”

“Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of her lip.She wipes her face and with her arm, smearing tears and mucus. She never looked more BEAUTIFUL to me.”

“I used to complain to myself that life was so boring, that there was too much laundry to do, too many noses to wipe. Now there are not enough noses to wipe.”

“Did you just wipe your nose on me?" he asked, finally.”

“A visible shiver ran through Arthur. "Can you imagine letting him touch you? Be like kissing a snake that'd been dipped in snot.""Oh, now there's a mental image." Eric wrinkled his nose. "You have such a talent for description.”