“Sentimental memories were like sugar-water icicles.”
“and the stars were icicles of mockery”
“Memories are like water.”
“The shreiking fight or the out-of-character insult endures forever, while the daily sweetness dissolves like sugar in water.”
“She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.”
“Panic, panic, can't panic. Think of food. Think of sugar. I am a sugar cube in cold water. I won't dissolve. Precise edges. Made up of tiny, regular, secure parts. If the water were hotter I would worry, but it's cold. I stay together. Precise. Clean. Surrounded, but whole.”