“the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...”

“As his mouth flooded with that horrible sweet purple taste, he could actually see those grapes dull, dusty, obese and nasty, crawling up a dirty stucco wall in a thick, syrupy sunlight that was silent except for the stupid buzz of many flies”

“The smell of oil in the air was huge and furry.”

“Getting help from a guy like you is like hiring a pyromaniac to fix the oil-burner.”

“If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.”

“Beating heroin is child's play compared to beating your childhood.”

“I the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.”